Showing posts with label New Orleans. Show all posts
Showing posts with label New Orleans. Show all posts

Saturday, November 13, 2021

New Orleans Fun for the Graying Nomads



Our home for 3 weeks


Dave's mouth was hurting. There we were, on the road headed to New Orleans, and the pain was getting worse. As he drove, I searched Yelp on my phone for a highly rated dentist. It was Thursday. We would arrive for a three-week housesit in NOLA the next day. I got him an appointment for Monday. Such a relief. But I wondered if he'd need to see an emergency dentist over the weekend. 

When we arrived, Judy, the homeowner, greeted our road-weary selves and plopped us in the sweet little guest house behind her beautiful shotgun home. The house is in Gentilly, a lively district with friendly neighbors and music drifting over at night from a band jamming in their yard. Judy had stocked the room with treats for us: crackers, hummus, a bottle of champagne. 

We spent the evening together, learning the routines for the adorable Bichons Billy and Trixie. And we prompted Judy to tell us stories about living in this vibrant city. For many years she worked at the radio station, and she knows many local musicians.


cuties

Dave drove Judy to the airport the next day, and we moved from the guest house into the main house. Setting up--finding places to put our clothes, toothbrushes, books and the ukulele--then shopping for food and putting it all away is what finally allows us to relax and settle into a new home. 

Poor Dave did all of this with a pulsating face that was swelling up before our eyes. It was agony. Finally Monday came. It would be the first of five trips to the dentist to take care of a cracked tooth and get a root canal. The dentist lived up to his Yelp review.

When the day finally came that Dave could eat more than soft foods (yay!), we went to Sweet Soulfood and got this vegan deliciousness:

jambalaya, mac n cheese, fried cauliflower, collards and cornbread

We were pleased to discover a lot of vegan options throughout NOLA, including a vegan bakery. And it was good to see that all the restaurants (and most of the music venues) required masks and proof of vaccine. 

Kermit on trumpet

Our first music event was at Kermit Treme's Mother in Law Lounge. To get there, we drove past a massive party beneath a freeway overpass, where thousands of people gathered for BBQ to the sound of blasting boomboxes and revving cars. Kermit's place is quintessential New Orleans, a small bar with low ceilings, an intimate stage, and a sprawling back patio with another stage and an offering of BBQ. Kermit Ruffins is a mainstay of the town, a true entertainer.


With Jonesy and Candis on the patio


There we met up with our friend Candis and her guy Jonesy. Dave has known Candis for years, and we've rocked out at many music events. We've also hung out with her in Hawaii and Tahoe, and she once guided us on a raft trip down the American River. Turns out that Jonesy is great friends with our neighbors in Baja! He immediately felt like our buddy, too.

Even though Jazz Fest was cancelled, The Radiators kept their show dates, which meant getting to see Dave's all-time favorite band with his tribe.


So happy to boogie with Jude at the Rads show!


One afternoon we went to the Broadside to see Anders Osborne, our favorite singer-songwriter. The place had the vibe of the fair, with food, families, dogs, and dancing. I love outdoor music...and music that ends in time for me to get to bed early!


Outdoor, daytime music is the best!


We'd hoped to take the ferry to Algiers, but it wasn't running. Still, we saw a lot of the city driving around...and walking through the French Quarter. 


NOLA Halloween wackiness


A classic


I had two wonderful literary experiences. One day, we were exploring the French Market, and amidst the vendors selling voodoo dolls and Mardi Gras beads I saw a guy sitting at a table surrounded by books. Ah, one of my peeps. He told me his novel, Hood Struggle, is a gritty account of his young life in Baton Rouge. His goal is to publish "raw and uncut literature." I've since read his book, and it lives up to that description. 


the writers


One day I met up with Lynn, another friend who was in town, and we enjoyed a walk around Royal Street, with its charming storefronts, galleries and shops. Later, I popped into Beckham's Bookshop, my favorite kind of used bookstore that feels like you're walking back in time, with hordes of dusty books jammed on floor-to-ceiling shelves, the overflow stacked in slanting piles.




Queen Sugar, a novel that's been on my radar for years, caught my eye. It takes place in Louisiana, so it felt meant to be in my hands. Sitting in Cafe Du Monde, I opened the book to see two of my friends mentioned in the Acknowledgements. I love those moments where time and space collide.


Read Queen Sugar; it's a phenomenal novel

When we made plans to come to NOLA, we thought we'd be attending French Quarter Fest and Jazz Fest, filling our hours and days with tons of live music and huge groups of friends. But both fests were cancelled. And honestly, it was nice to explore the city in a low-key way. 

We also spent time at home. We may be nomads, but we're also kind of homebodies. Perhaps we just need more down time as we get older. And when we housesit, we enjoy being with the animals, in this case, Billy and Trixie. They are also aging, to the point that they need to be lifted up and down the stairs. As I helped them, I thought about how one day someone might need to do so for me. I hope they'll do it with the same tenderness.

Sunday, February 4, 2018

Time to Write


Starting tomorrow, this is where I am writing my next book: In the "She Shed" on the property where we are housesitting in Northern California.

We've been on a kind of housesitting binge lately: end of the year in the Pacific Northwest, Tahoe, and Palm Springs--punctuated by visits to friends and family all over.

Palm Springs hike
And then for the 40th reunion shows of Dave's favorite band (The Radiators), we flew to New Orleans. God I love that town: the food, the music, the colorful houses, the life-is-right-here-right-now vibe.

Krazy krewe in NOLA.
When we came back to California, I had the sorrowful honor of officiating at a memorial. Thi Aracelli, daughter of my friends Daisy and Tung, didn't make it into the world. The anguish goes deep. I was grateful to be in the Bay Area to offer my love and support.
With Stephanie and Daisy, and Daisy's son Luc
In the midst of all of this, my new book of poems, Target, was released. Like my memoir, it explores heartbreak and healing--while performing the time-and-space magic of poetry.

There's even a poem about housesitting in here.
The evocative art on the cover is by my longtime friend Nancy. I was lucky to spend time with her in LA. on our recent swing through and fell in love with her new Art You Can Color book.

Coloring like the kids we were when we met.
It's been six months since we left China. And during that time we have not been in one place longer than three weeks. That's a lot, even for us nomads. Now we have two-and-a-half months in a house nestled in 41 acres. We are treating it like a retreat: time for yoga, meditation, healthy eating, hiking, studying languages (me, Spanish; Dave, German), and music (me, playing the ukulele; Dave singing along). And giving lots of love to Gracie, our golden companion.

Gracie in the house.
As I write this, I hear frogs singing in the pond, in chorus with the crickets. A mass of stars is emerging. Savory smells are drifting over from the kitchen where my love is cooking us dinner. I feel the rhythms of life shifting. I feel a book coming on.



Friday, May 22, 2015

Jazz Fest!

I just experienced my first New Orleans Jazz Fest.

 
Dave has been many times and regaled me with stories. And so have many of his friends. Before that, it had been off my radar. Vaguely, I associated it with Dixieland Jazz. But, oh, it's so much more.

Mardi Gras Indians


Samba parade!
 
Jazz Fest is open a total of seven days, spread over two weekends, at the Fairgrounds. There are also a ton of other activities throughout the city going on during those two weeks, including music at various venues all night long.
 
You never know what you'll see walking around the neighborhoods.
We went the second weekend--which turned out to be fortunate because the weather was a perfect 70's to low 80's, with a breeze. It's more often hot and humid. Or sometimes there are torrential downpours, which had been the case the previous weekend. I noticed, though, that people rarely complain. They are there to have fun and immerse themselves in the powerful, universal language that is music and community.
 



Our first day, Friday, we took the trolley from our Garden District B&B. (We also took cabs and walked a lot.)


Hubbard B&B in the Garden District.
Where we had breakfast every morning.

Walking through the gates of the fairground, I was overwhelmed with gratitude to be there. As though pulled by an invisible hand, we walked right into the Gospel Tent. The music reached into me, and my eyes filled with tears.

That day we saw thirteen artists--from blues and Cajun to Honky Tonk to Brazilian jazz.


One of my favorites: Anders Osborne

Doreen's Jazz New Orleans knocked our socks off.
And over the course of the weekend, we saw much more, including (in a sea of fans) the classic rock of Steve Winwood--and Dave's all-time favorites, the Radiators.

Gal Holiday and the Honky Tonk Review
Both Friday and Saturday nights we went to shows, too--and had a lot of fun hanging out with friends old and new.


The guys at a night show, Fishhead Stew.
Julie, Scott and Dave happy with their pork Po'Boys.
My favorite food at the fairgrounds was a muffuletta. Staying in the Garden District, we were able to walk easily to Magazine Street restaurants. We especially enjoyed Joey K's, which featured down-home NOLA cooking.
 
Red beans and rice for me, veal with brown gravy for Dave.
There's so much going on, you can't see it or do it all. For instance, we didn't see Elton John and Lenny Kravitz that weekend.
 
But that's life, right? A big buffet of choices. I like to fully appreciate what's in front of me. The only way I'm really missing out is if I don't.
 

Wednesday, February 27, 2013

Why I'm Quitting My Job

1.  I feel like it!  I'm doing this all on intuition and from a place of pure joy.

Joy!

2.  One day I will die.  I intend to live the life I want to live.  Fully.

3.  Funny how I never thought I'd leave when I was digging my job, which I am for the most part.  I love my students.  I like the vibrancy of the campus.  I enjoy the classes I teach.  It just feels like time.  And how fabulous to be leaving not out of rejecting the old but through embracing the new!


4.  Maybe it feels like time because I have been in academia for 46 years doing thus in this order: Preschool, elementary, middle school, high school, B.A., teaching credential, student teacher, high school teacher, learning center tutor and administrator, M.A., Teaching Assistant, Lecturer in English and Education, student teaching mentor, English teacher in Japan, instructor at two community colleges, Ph.D., educational researcher, Assistant Professor in Education, MFA in creative writing, lecturer of English and Creative Writing.  It's been a beautiful ride.

What retirement can look like...when you're on Jam Cruise.

5.  Technically, I'm retiring.  I became eligible when I hit 50 last November.  Although I've never made much money as a teacher, I've had excellent medical benefits that will continue on in retirement. I can make money doing other things without losing those benefits.

6.  Of course I'm not retiring in the classic sense.  I'm moving onto the next part of the journey.  By opening up the space and time, all other kinds of fabulous possibilities will flow my way.  I'm already exploring some ideas--such as creating yoga and writing retreats in Maui and Santa Cruz.

Going with the flow...and enjoying anticipating what'll come 'round the next bend.

7.   I want to read every winner and finalist of the National Book Award, the Pulitzer, the Orange Prize, and the Nobel Prize. I've always read a lot, and most of my life I've read with this in mind:  how will we discuss this book in class?  It will be quite the experiment to read extensively without that disposition constantly churning in the back of my mind.

8.  I want to write.  I want to finish a book I've been working on for a while, and begin several others.  I want to expand this blog, my website, and my "Ask Dr. Kate" column.

Getting crazy with friends on the streets of New Orleans during winter break this year.
9.  I want to travel any time of the year.  I haven't gone on a long trip in fall or spring my whole life!  I want to continue to explore new places with Dave.  He'll take pictures, and I'll write.  We started journeying together more than three years ago--and in our new life configuration, the world is the limit. 


10.  But first, as soon as I've turned in the last grades of the semester--and perhaps ever--I'm going to open myself up to deep listening.  I'll put my ear to the shell of the world, to drink in the new, sweet sounds.  Sounds of being.  Sounds of possibility.






Saturday, March 15, 2008

"He Will Make Cheney Look Like Gandhi"

If you're voting for John McCain, here's what you're voting for:



And now a Quiz about McCain, aka "Senator Hothead":

Q: What did Richard Kimball, John McCain's opponent in his 1986 Senate race, do during a debate that got McCain so upset that, according to his aide Jay Smith, he "wanted to kill" Kimball?
A: He revealed that McCain was standing on a riser behind his podium.

Q: What prompted Jon Stewart, on "The Daily Show," to ask, "Has John McCain's Straight Talk Express been rereouted through Bullshit Town"?
A: McCain decided to speak at Jerry Falwell's Liberty University six years after calling Falwell and Pat Robertson "agents of intolerance."

Q: McCain told workers at a gun factory, "I will follow Osama bin Laden to the gates of Hell and I will shoot him with one of your products." How did he later clarify this declaration?
A: "I certainly didn't mean I would actually shoot him. I am certainly angry at him, but . . . I would not shoot him myself."

Q: True or False: When he was a boy, McCain liked to blow up frogs with firecrackers.
A: True.

Q: True or False: When Chelsea Clinton was eighteen, McCain told this joke: "Why is Chelsea Clinton so ugly? Because Janet Reno is her father."
A: False. (Just kidding, True.)

Q: What was McCain referring to when he told reporters, "It's up to you to find that out, kids?"
A: The financial connections between Cindy McCain and Charles Keating, the man behind the nation's biggest savings-and-loan collapse.

Q: Who said the following about McCain: "He will make Cheney look like Gandhi"?
A: Pat Buchanan.

(adapted from the 3/17/08 New York Times)