I think my grandmother would be a little unnerved by me today. On one count, because instead of saving the money and slaving myself, I spent cheddar on a professional cleaning service today. Still worked...just got twice as much done. Three times, actually, because the guy was way better than me. Parts of the house are cleaner than they've ever been. The fridge looks new.

Secondly, after five truckloads (large pick up) and 22 car loads (20 Mookie, 2 Jaye...I think) the house doesn't look full but I'm not stopping. This angel topper that looks like Yemaya - I don't need it. Three editions of Shakespeare? Why? The booth that Boo and I got married on which has been languishing in the basment is gone. The tombstone (previous tenent left it) used one day a year as decoration to scare the neighbours is gone. My buddha beads - yes, THE buddha beads after which this blog was named, gone. and the beater guitar FH fixed for me in 94 that I never played? In the hands of a hopeful singer/songwriter. I think super models in general should stop, but sometimes purging is good.

So...spending money on work I could do myself (if I was cloned or lived the lifestyle of 50 yrs ago, getting honest here) and dejunking like a hurricane...such a bad bad scot today. Never mind opting for juice instead of a proper starchy dessert. The times are a changing...

And for your viewing pleasure, the booth in it's relocated new home at the fine and sassy Cajun Corner, Queen and Logan. Fine food, array of hot sauce and marti gras supplies, has single handedly done more for the people of New Orleans post Katrina than you'd think possible for two people NOT the head of FEMA and president to do, and now they have a damn comfy booth, every reason to visit:



Yes, that is the tombstone in the background. Couldn't give that thing to just anyone...