I debated posting this for quite some time because I was concerned how it might be perceived and mocked particularly by those who don’t understand NOLA (as if any of us can fully comprehend it) and have never heard of Mickey Easterling, but there is a such a story and lesson on living here that I decided to share it.
Mickey Easterling was a NOLA legend whose memorial service at a theater last night was a fitting tribute to a woman who was the epitome of the heart of NOLA. She was a bon vivant and a flamboyant, extreme-hat-wearing ultimate hostess but also one of our most giving and caring philanthropists. She wrestled every drop out of life in a way few of us dare to.
At her memorial service she was positioned in a seated position on a wrought-iron park bench, champagne flute in one hand, cigarette holder in the other, while decked out in one of hats she was known for and wearing a sparkly pin that proudly proclaimed BITCH. To live half as well as she did would be a life well lived.
I have no idea what you crazy kids have been up to. I’ll catch up. Promise. But the last few days have been about mom. Helping her in the yard. Doing errands. Calming her nerves as best I could. She was convinced that she was going to get horrible news at her doctor appointment today.
Her blood pressure was high today; it was the first time since she started seeing this doctor that it was high. He was surprised but not alarmed. He asked about her diet but it seemed that it was likely nerves. We’ll keep an eye on it but he had “no bad news today.” That’s an exact quote. In fact her kidney function, which was at 18% the first time he saw her, less than a year ago, was up to 34% today. I was flabbergasted.
Ooops I don’t think that mixture of patterns exists in nature. On my way to CHSH by way of NOLA. I have three trips crammed into the next two weeks. Hope all the travels are as easy as this morning. Got to go through the express lane. Laptop in bag. Shoes on feet. Sweater coat on. No naked pics. A girl could get spoiled.
Baby Otters and Piglets at Audubon Zoo
Because baby otters. That should be reason enough.
GPOYMAWNWW - My Allergies Will Not Win edition. I tricked my sinuses into taking a quick nap by tilting my head back and causing them to lay down for a second. Now if I could just figure out how to project my work on the ceiling.
Also I am starting a new fashion trend by coordinating my eye color (not eye shadow color, that’s so pedestrian) with my sweater. Funny how in good health you are in the pink but pink cheeks like in ring around the rosey were a sign of plague. Something, something, I want to sleep.