How to make groceries in a pirogue

O.K., what I’m about to show you is a huge tattoo, so don’t be shocked except by the revelation it will be an incredible peice of art and my tribute to my struggling city. It’s a Live Oak, or at least the beginnings of one. I need to decide what I want the root structure to do, which will extend to the side of my back.
The John Lennon will be incorporated into the trunk. But as you can see, I will be left with some space on the right side of my lower back. I need suggestions. Be creative, this is a good artist working with me that can develop whatever your description entails. Some ideas have been a water effect with a swamp fairy riding a crawfish, a garden seen overflowing with native Louisiana flowers, a wrought iron fence encircling a creole cottage with glowing windows, a swamp shack, or a water effect with just the roof sticking out of the water. If you have any ideas, let me know.

Part of the Dali Lama’s wisdom for the new year is “The mark of a great relationship is that your love for one another exceeds your love for one another”. I keep mulling this over in my head and wondering how Chris and I would fare doing the long distance thing.

Laura is coming down in early Febuary, so I am doing much better than I was now that I have something to look forward to. I’ve become a study in when situational depression turns chemical. Being a mental health worker, I can describe my symptoms like a psychiatrist: hypersomnia, anhedonia, impending sense of doom. The only thing I want prescribed for me, though, is a large dose of home and friends.

Maybe meds, but I really think I would be a world better if I was in MI or NOLA. I hate to complain, but whenever I think about what I can do to proactively make myself happier the answer I always come to is just to move. I’ve always missed mo-town since I moved, and now I am always missing New Orleans. Why stop missing at least one of those places and just go there?