Gentilly Girl- a part of the 99%

Well, except for one bike, everything has been moved from the dumpster to the Fortress. A girlfriend of ours is finishing the cleaning of the old place since there’s a lout, homeless, jobless, and very hating of Moi staying behind the cottage. (He pulled a half inch razor knife against me and I pulled my four incher out. I have never met someone so full of hate. He will not look me in the eyes… I think he hates women.) We are now done with that cesspool and it’s inhabitants.

Now it’s time to unpack the stuff here in the rebuilt house, move the washer and dryer back downstairs and make clean laundry. I’m tired of doing tub laundry. Having a lifestyle akin to the Third World is very old. been there and done that. I’m too old to continue that way.

Bought a few plants the other night- a Monstera Deliciosa and an Iron Plant. It is so nice to see greenery around me. House actually has light, and I have never felt so alive. (The dumpster had no light.) I’m teaching the katz to not eat my plants… like that’s gonna work.I’m grooving on the little bit of greenery around me. This is something I have missed for three years.

Finally I’m moving the Treehouse and this Blog to a new Host. It is a pain since I’m not clear on many aspects of this, but if I have some peace and quiet, I just might pull this off. There’s way too much going on here for me to focus.

So what can I say? Betts and I have moved back to our home. There’s been three hurricanes in the last month or so, and we are trying to survive. Guess that’s Life in New Orleans. Maybe we should go to Seafood City so’s I can make some gumbo. Always picks my spirit up. (And Damn do I love our first stove in three years!) And can I put the spice cabinet together…

Just another day in Paradise.