Wednesday, Oct. 01, 2003 - 10:32 a.m.
Greetings,
It is uncanny. The very second I pull up Word to start writing a journal entry *someone* around here clears his or her throat. Unfuckingcanny.
I had the weirdest dream this morning. First off, I was back married to my ex husband which is nightmarish enough, but we were in bed together, the bed I sleep in here in New Orleans, and as if THAT weren’t terrifying enough, the goddamn alarm was going off in my dream. The sound of the sea churning and foaming against the rocks on the shore.
And Lou kept bitching at me to turn it off and I kept turning the fucker off, but it wouldn’t stay off. It just kept churning and hissing and annoying the crap out of me because I was lying there trying to recall how in the FUCK I ended up remarried to Lou. Everytime I turned to ask him where the hell he came from and, oh by the way, could you please just fuck off, the goddamn alarm started up.
Finally I woke up for real, and get this; the alarm was going off.
Lou and the alarm, two of my least favorite things, together and in my dreams.
Moving along to happier avenues – IT’S OCTOBER!
Good gods, but I love this month. And New Orleans seems to love it too. It was in the 60s this morning when I rushed out the door of Crescentwood wearing my new green sweater to celebrate the fact it’s fall and it’s October.
There’s a detour on Tchoupitoulas which made me hellishly late for work this morning and got me stuck in mega traffic on the bridge, but I got to drive with the window open and no air-conditioning.
We had the air-conditioning on last night, but get this, IT NEVER WENT ON because the inside temperature didn’t get hot enough.
I’m T minus 2 and counting as far as Halloween decorations go. This morning my Avon order arrived and with it, the finishing touch of my Halloween fare.
It’s a lovely pumpkin spice scented jar candle with a frosted lampshade painted with falling leaves and pumpkins. It is so seasonal that it can stay up until December 1st.
The calendar on my desktop reflects the three fall months – September (small), October (large and in the center) and November (small). My favorite trio. My second favorite trio is June (small) July (large and in the center), and August. I’m not particularly fond of December (small), January (large and in the center), and February (small).
Winter tends to drag in my opinion. But less so here in the South than it did when I lived in New England. Goddamn it was cold and bitter and boring come February.
I never much liked February as a month until I met Tommy and found out his birthday was in February.
I think I’ll make a list of the 12 months in descending order of how much I like them.
1.) October
2.) July
3.) November
4.) April
5.) September
6.) December
7.) January
8.) June
9.) February
10.) May
11.) August
12.) March
Wasn’t that exciting as all hell?
You know what would be exciting? (At least to me.)
A long, leisurely stroll through Audubon Park when it’s cold enough to wear a sweater and not get sweaty walking. Perhaps walking while clutching a steaming cup of hot chai or coffee.
It was be really exciting if Tommy and John were walking with me. And we could talk about Initiation and old times. We could talk about trips we want to take someday and trips we have made in the past.
And when we got tired of walking, we could find a bench by the water and the autumn wind could swirl leaves by our feet as we talked.
*That* would be exciting.
In the fall there’s nothing for it but to love New Orleans I think. The wall of heat that constantly pushes you down is gone. The bone chilling winds of winter have not yet started to blow. The sky is that hard, bright blue and the clouds are sharply defined.
I always want to take a sunset cruise on the Natchez in the fall and watch the sun sink into the Mississippi. I want to walk through Audubon Park and decorate for Halloween and renew my love affair with this city.
Ride the streetcar to the Quarter and wander through all the occult shops on Dumaine and Royal. Sit out in Jackson Square for a while. Watch the river from a bench by the Immigrants Statue. Duck into O’Flaherty’s and have an Ace Pear Cider.
I want to sit in my Ritual Chamber at night with the candles glowing and “Libera Me” issuing from the speakers of my CD player while outside, a harvest moon rides the sky.
That kind of thing.
Instead, I’m trapped here on the 26th floor in my cubicle.
I do have Friday off though, so hurray for that. I will be going for that walk in Audubon at some point this weekend. Seriously.
In other news - uh, there really isn’t any other news. Still waiting on that change, but it *will* come to pass. You’ll be the first (or nearly) to know after I find out. Promise.
Until next time,
Olrun
