Over here, it's been steady and quiet. Percolating and humming along. Life, I mean. I am surprised that I can live happily and comfortably on a very little income, but still, all dreams are coming to fruition. Back here where I belong in NYC, it's been almost a couple of years of bliss now and I am forgetting my relocations, painful relationships, and embarrassments because...well, I've just been busy.
Biking to work every day, reaching almost a zen-like contentment kanoodling past the Hudson River, yanking up my bike onto the 42nd Street crosstown bus, eating candlelit dinners in trendy-tiny-yummy cafe's, and breathing again. It's going by so fast, the days are getting longer again, and it's warm out. The sun sets at 7 now and everyone is walking a slow languid stroll and looking from side-to-side-to-side.
I planned a few travels, for leisure! Not business, not visiting family, not....moving away...just sitting on the beach in the Dominican Republic for a couple of days, playing rummy with my oldest childhood friend, and then chatting for short spurts with the girlfriends of my best friend.
The Carribean was lovely. The rest was amazing.
When I came back, my sister informed me...it was my turn to use the family timeshare. Anywhere. And so, and so....laissez les bon temps rouler...the condo was transferred to the Big Easy, and I am in for a week of crawfish and gumbo and beignet si vous plait.
The condo is fantasy place, its own kitchen (yeah right, I'm cooking in one of the most artistically gastronomic parishes in the world), a courtyard with wading pool and old sculptures under weeping trees, and a couple of blocks from the French Quartier....yep, I will trade my mis-timed quips for a low-slung drawl and just hit every single well-known and little-known bar, resto, alleyway, major thoroughfare, and neighborhood in NOLA.
Lastly, and bestly, I am going (all stars aligning) with my....
