I AM working on real blog posts and not home videos of me failing to break a pinata or my birds humping inappropriate things, but I've been extremely busy these past few months.
I left the art sales world. Still waitressing on weekends for the time being. Starting next week, I'm teaching college English again, which I haven't done for about four years. Filled with both glee and abject terror at this. I have a red briefcase, which makes me feel like a grown-up.
The Fuck-You-I-Built-A-Goddamn-House-Fund is up to $1,823.66. Only $1,276.34 to go.
Jane the parakeet (or Madame Ovary, as she was nicknamed after laying egg after egg after egg in my closet) passed away about a week or two ago. After spending the night body-bagged in the morgue--a Ziploc in my fridge--she was given a proper and entirely fitting New Orleans funeral. As her body was being borne (carried in my purse) to the cemetery (a planter behind Jax Brewery where the mulch is soft enough to dig with a piece of cardboard), a brass band (that crazy guy who plays the trumpet in front of Cafe du Monde) played a slow, mournful version of "His Eye is on the Sparrow." On the way back, he was playing a jaunty version of "I'll Fly Away." It may well be the best send-off a bird has ever had.
My brother made her a tombstone and mailed it to me. At some point, I'll have to go install it.
And I have a new bird. Since Enoch the parakeet was named after Enoch Emery in Flannery O'Connor's "Wise Blood," I decided to go with an O'Connor name for this one as well. Meet Parker.
As you can see, he does in fact have a tattoo that covers his back that may or may not turn out to be a Byzantine Christ. It is quite large and bright green. Normally it would be entirely hidden by his wings except in flight, but they're clipped right now. He (or she, I don't know for sure yet) seems to be getting along fine with the other birds and will let me pick him up to put him on high places and back in the cage since he can't fly there himself.
And that's all for now.


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As for Jane, I'm very sorry for your loss, but am profoundly impressed with the funeral arrangements.
There's gonna be a whole lot of critters in Valhalla.
Loved her funeral. Please do set her headstone and send pictures.
Mondays and Wednesdays are going to SUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKK, because I'm teaching on the west bank of the Mississippi bright and early in the morning and the east bank late at night, with two buses in the middle to commute, but I'm so happy!
The two buses in the middle connect with each other--it takes me an hour to get from Westbank campus to City Park. Driving would take 30-40 minutes.
(R)ated for bein' a babe in birdland and writing really well about it.