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A Rose by any other name

I’m one of those old folks who start the day by reading the local paper. And we’re lucky here in New Orleans that we still have a daily paper – The Advocate. The other long time local paper, the Times Picayune, has gone like so many others to 3 printings a week, which doesn’t work for me.

So this beautiful, clear, and chilly January morning, I’m skipping through the dozens of society page pictures of smiling young women in white dresses holding flowers. This is not only Carnival season where the krewes post pictures of their Queen and her court of princesses and pages (there are a few guys in tuxedos, too), but also it’s debutant season. Don’t ya just love it?

The debs are featured with biographies, including their lineage, colleges attending, and both formal shots and casual ones, often taken under the oak trees in City Park or with their horses. The best part is one of these young women–ages 18-21–is likely chosen Queen of Carnival. The King of Carnival, however, is a white-haired old fart–a businessman, banker, lawyer, or philanthropist-type, but not politicians. Perfect, right? These guys are old enough to be these women’s grandfathers.

All the photographers happy, as well as the dressmakers, hair stylists, makeup specialists, and florists. But what struck me this morning was the variety of first names for the young women and girls–kids as young as 6 or 7 are involved.

We have the usual collection of Marys, Susans, Emilys, and Graces. Yet, I found Carter, Stirling, Everett, Peyton, Marley, and the most amazing name for a beautiful, blonde, young lady–Kingsland!

What the hell were her parents thinking?

What’s Up, Y’all?

Good Morning from sunny New Orleans.  Looks like we’ll have good weather for Mardi Gras. A little cool, but Goddess Willing, no rain.

I keep intending to write blogs more often, and I’ve done several guest blogs lately. I have one coming on Mardi Gras day (February 17 for you heathens) with Terry O’Dell, http://terryodell.com/terrysplace/  A second was yesterday with Becky Neely http://www.rebeccaeneely.com/blog.html. And a third coming on Feb. 25 with Vicki Batman  http://vickibatman.blogspot.com/ Whew. I’ll put out a twitter for the two upcoming ones. But baby, they take a lot of time. The one with Vicky is about my crochet work. That was fun. This is a sample of some shawls I’ve made lately. Watch for the blog postings..2015-01-09 11.45.08

I also have a twitter account. Do you? Wayne, my husband, set mine up with this handle:  @Dr_AAK

What fun. I actually use it.  Recently, I twittered (love the new verbs–googled, emailed, facebooked)  about a four-star review I received for The Taste of Her, from Night Owl Reviews — see the sexy and creepy book cover to the right? Here’s a link to the review: http://bit.ly/1KOeb1y .  I use bitly.com to shorten long links for twitter, especially.

But the reviewer said: “I loved the ending. It was just deserts.” She’s referring to a scene at the end of the book where the bad guy is in Orleans Parish Prison and not having a good time. (-:  The reviewer goes on to say “this (is) an awesome read.”  Check it out in full, and better yet, Buy the Book.

Am almost fully recovered for hip replacement surgery in December. I can tell you. Hips are easier than knees, no kidding. I still have more sessions with the physical therapist, and am off to go this afternoon. Tony works me hard.

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Have a great day!

October-My Favorite Month

I love October. Here in south Louisiana, we get many days of low humidity and bright sunshine in October. While we only have a few deciduous trees around here, the few we have are beautiful. Witness this cypress tree.

This beauty is in City Park. I’ve tried to match this warm, orangish brown color for quilts, but I’ve not found anything that’s just right.

Another reason I love October is because September 23 through October 24 is the sign for Libras. Some of my favorite people are Libras. Often when I feel surprisingly connected to someone at first meeting, I discover that they are Libras.

And the last reason why I love October is that it’s my birthday month, too. Next week, the 15th, is my birthday.

What is your favorite month? And Why?

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A Black Swan Cygnet

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Wonderful news. The black swans in City Park have produced one cygnet this spring. I’ve watched them sitting on their nest for weeks and weeks, hoping for success, and here it is. The picture was posted on Facebook last week. Thank you to cslonero. Good Work.

I’ve been under the weather (strange phrase when you think about it) with my hips and knees. Therefore, I haven’t been riding my bike through the park to keep up. Will go look for this family tomorrow. Yippie.

Procrastination or a Break?

How we define what we’re doing is a matter of perception. My writing plan is to write 5 days week for 4 hours, but I’m not doing that right now. Mardi Gras was a good excuse since one of the big parades goes through my neighborhood. But that was last Saturday and Fat Tuesday was two days ago. The really good news is that I received a contract from Soul Mate Publishing the beginning of February for a new story–The Taste of Her. Will advise when it’s going to be published. That success makes me very happy, and perhaps after I quit celebrating, I’ll get back to work.

What I’m doing instead is taking pictures in City Park. IMG_0895
Here one of the black swans, swimming toward us. See how his wings are lifted. That’s aggressive behavior. He’s telling us not to get too close. We had our 3 dogs with us.
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Here’s why. The two have built a nest on a small island in the lagoon that runs along City Park Avenue. Hopefully, folks won’t notice them since they blend in so thoroughly. The orange stripe on their beaks is almost the only way you can find them. We are in great hopes that they will produce cygnets in a couple months. We haven’t any cygnets, black or white, since before Katrina. See my post about the black swan that was injured protecting her nest from vandals last spring. Post title is “Wildlife in New Orleans” from March 19, 2013.

So enough procrastinating this morning. And by the way, if you haven’t read my first novella, The Red Halter Top, I have to ask – “What are you waiting for?”

The Joys of a New Puppy

Our new puppy, Sammy, a seven-month old Golden Retriever, has turned out to be a chewer. Here are a few examples of stuff he’s enjoyed.
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This is the chewed up edge of the pad under the rug in our bedroom. Over time he’s worked on it and left pieces littering the house.

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This is one of my older (thank goodness) running shoes. The back is gone and the shoe is uncomfortable, assuming I can get my foot into it without dragging the stuffing inside.

I took a picture of my chewed up reading glasses, but I’m so technologically challenged that now I cannot locate it. Needless to say, the plastic frames were in five pieces and one of the lenses was scratched and unusable in a new pair. Rats! At least when I took the pieces to the optical department at Sam’s Club, I received a replacement pair for only the difference in the price of the frames. I’m working hard at keeping either my regular glasses or my reading glasses in a case when not wearing them, since the replacement offer is a one-time deal.

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Finally, you’ll have to look closely, but this aluminum crochet hook is covered with teeth marks. It’s unusable since the yarn catches on the nicks.

This is the culprit – but who wouldn’t love this baby?
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Do you have any destructive pets at your house? Thanks for reading and comments invited.

Headphones are a Hazard

Excuse the rant today, but I have to comment on the growing tendency of nearly everyone to wear headphone, especially when walking. We’ve all seen the jokes of folks tripping or falling in holes because they have their faces in their phones. But the headphones can be dangerous when we’re not paying attention to where we are or what’s happening.
I ride my ol’ lady three-wheel bike in City Park about three mornings a week, and almost all the folks walking are wearing headphones. They are so engrossed in the music or whatever and/or have the sound so loud that they cannot hear me when I ring my bike bell to warn them I’m trying to pass. Dangerous. Even folks walking with others are lost in their head phones.
I tend to see some of the same people walking each day, and my game is to try to get them to say hello. My results are poor, but I’ll keep up speaking to them anyway.
I’m proposing that we have a headphone-free day to encourage folks to talk to their friends, greet the others on the walking path, listen to the squawking of the birds and ducks, and generally become aware of the world.
What do you think?