“Happy Birthday to Us”
Alicia chauffeured us from San Luis Obispo on Monday afternoon. Grammie was glad to see everyone. She’s been asking about our arrival for several weeks now.
I received a hilarious video of Campbell and Molly doing karaoke with the Texas relatives, back in San Diego:
Another birthday for me showed up on Tuesday. They just keep coming! I received a lovely song from the New Orleans group in Roatan, Honduras. Denny reported it was very nice but very hot and humid – something coming from a New Orleanian.
The little monsters all made me lovely birthday cards that they delivered to Grammie’s:



Hand made cards really are so special!
And then there is this hilarious card from Patty and Brent. Where do they find these?

The boys and Melanie gave me a gift certificate to La Costanera in Half Moon Bay. This is a wonderful Peruvian seafood restaurant. Caroline and Clorinda joined us, and Clorinda certainly enjoyed the food, consuming more than anyone else. It was nice to see her enjoying things. The only thing not readily consumed was the green mocktail that we chose for her. The restaurant is located by the marina and offers great views.


I had picked out a few interesting things on the menu before going, and ended up sampling most of them.

The ceviche sampler, mushroom empanada, pulpo and elote were all delicious.


We got to watch Massimo and Luciano compete in a baseball championship game on Wednesday evening. The game was tied 15-15 at the end of regular innings. They had a heartbreaking loss in the extra inning.


A walk by the beach on Thursday offered pretty flowers and great views of several pods of migrating hump back whales. After the walk, I used the Dinosaur’s gift certificate from Caroline to buy one of their yummy Portobello sandwiches.
https://www.sfgate.com/bayarea/article/whales-spotted-san-francisco-bay-area-coast-18121919.php
Andy and Jude joined us on Friday afternoon and we enjoyed listening to music and telling stories. Always so fun to visit with them.
On Saturday it was time to cede Birthday Week privileges to Alicia. She had requested a 70s theme, and Diana did a great job of coordinating flower colours and decorations to that request.






Diana whipped up some of her delicious jambalaya – an ideal dish for a party where folks show up over several hours.

I invited Sean to join us since his wife has been gone for several months, taking care of her Mom.

We had a great turnout and I think Alicia enjoyed herself very much.




Here’s my favourite birthday picture – three generations:

Diana was finally able to sit down, relax and snuggle up with Yeti.

Sunday was a travel day for me. Time to head back home to McKinney and an empty, quiet house for a week or so.

My book this week was “Solar” by Ian McEwan. Here’s what The Guardian had to say about it:
“Solar is a sly, sardonic novel about a dislikable English physicist and philanderer named Michael Beard. He’s a recognisable Ian McEwan type, a one-dimensional, self-deceiving man of science. We have met others like him before in McEwan’s novels – such as Joe Rose, the science writer who narrates Enduring Love, or Henry Perowne, the brian surgeon protagonist of Saturday – but none is quite as repulsive as Beard. Perhaps McEwan should have written against expectation by choosing as his protagonist a scientist who has a profound artistic sensibility in the model of his friend Richard Dawkins, or an artist who is articulate in the language of science, as McEwan is himself. As it is, he remains a determined binarist; what continues to interest him are stark dichotomies, the clash and interplay of stable oppositions. Repeatedly in his fiction he sets reason against unreason, science against art, the mind against the body, technology against nature.
Beard, who we are encouraged to believe won a Nobel prize in physics as a young man for something called the Beard-Einstein Conflation, is a short, fat, balding, much-married man of immense bodily appetites and scant self-discipline. He rapaciously consumes food, women and drink, with little regard for the consequences. He’s a resolute short-termist, fearful of commitment and of becoming a father, living for the here and now. His behaviour is a local example of the more general problem of human over-consumption: just as Beard devours everything around him, so we are devouring our world, with its finite resources and fragile ecosystems.
The trick of the novel, its central comic turn, is to make Beard, the greedy, selfish uber-consumer, an accidental expert on anthropogenic climate change. Through his expertise as a physicist, and then his opportunism in stealing the research ideas of a graduate student who works with him at an institute in Berkshire known only as the Centre, Beard is engaged in a programme to create cheap renewable energy through a process of artificial photosynthesis (you’ll need to read the book to be filled in on the science).
McEwan’s great gamble is to narrate Solar, which is in three parts and spans nine years, from 2000 to 2009, entirely from Beard’s point of view. Some of this is satisfying, especially the pithy scientific elaborations: McEwan, who has a precise, technician’s vocabulary, has swotted up to PhD level on physics, just as he did on neurosurgery for Saturday, musicology for Amsterdam and molecular biology for Enduring Love. None of this extracurricular learning feels perfunctory, especially when compared with, say, a novel such as Martin Amis‘s The Information. In that novel, disquisitions on infinity, black holes, dwarf planets and astronomy felt imposed on the narrative rather than being intrinsic to it. In Solar, the physics never feels forced or unearned but rather is embedded in the deep structures of Beard’s consciousness. We see the world just as he does, in all its cold reductiveness.”
I kept having a nagging feeling that I’d read this book before. A search of all the blogs says that wasn’t in the last 7 years. Maybe I read an excerpt somewhere – the ending certainly seemed familiar.
I think The Guardian is a bit harsh on the one-sided, unlikeable nature of Beard. I did enjoy the satirical tone, but didn’t find it particularly comedic. I certainly didn’t chuckle at any part of it.
Not too bad of a read, but far from McEwan’s best – which in my opinion is “Saturday.”

I heard this Aretha classic on the radio, and had to look up who was drumming. Of course, it’s Bernard Purdie, and it turns out the song was built up from his drum pattern. I didn’t know he was Franklin’s musical director for 5 years. So good!
Here’s the angelic voice of the late Jeff Buckley, recorded in a tiny club. Such a talent.
Coexist peacefully, with kindness and compassion for all!



I was tickled by the array of gear in the equipment cabinet to power all the smart touchscreens and audio gear. I also enjoyed the grand piano tucked beside the stairs.

We all met up in downtown SLO for the Thursday night Farmer’s market extravaganza. There were loads of food tents set up in front of the strip of restaurants and bars. I loved my Indian vegetarian sampler. I’m not sure Mawmaw was thrilled with the concept of eating standing up. We took her into Nick the Greek for a seat afterwards.















And then the cake cutting. Another performance:

The reception finished relatively early, and the core group made a stop at The Sidecar (the guys that were doing the mixology), followed by the Lofts.
In the afternoon we drove over to John and Maddie’s house for dinner – a wonderful smoked and barbequed selection from John. It’s always impressive to spend time with their kids, Lilly and Ben. So well behaved and interactive. The night finished with some kind of four dimensional Connect Four variant – way too much for me.
Denny was moving slowly on Monday, so we picked up Sean and Sheri for the afternoon. We made a stop at Octavia books so that I could pick up Kevin Griffin’s “The Greatest Song.” He gave a talk and played some songs last Thursday when we were having dinner at La Petite Grocery. I was sorry to miss the event, but happier to have dinner with the group. The book talks about how to ignite your creativity, using songwriting as an example. Griffin is the lead singer for Better than Ezra, and was in town for some performances between jazzfest weekends.
Sheri was hungry so we drove over to the Columns to get some snacks before they stopped serving lunch. It was very pleasant to get some quiet time to really catch up with the Meeksies. I worked in a couple of quick work calls from the lovely garden tables.







My book this week was “Network” by L.C. Shaw. I picked this up randomly at the library and hadn’t read any reviews or recommendations. Here’s the online summary:



I flew back to New Orleans on Wednesday morning, entertained to see an outpost of the Saxon Pub at the airport. I arrived back in time to make a lunchtime visit to the chiropractor.


The food was better than ever – blue crab beignets appetizer and then my favourite – alligator Bolognese. The group was fired up and ready to go after dinner. We started with a stop at DMACs – apparently there was an entertaining band playing – I ended up sitting outside and chatting with some locals. Back to the condo to freshen up and regroup. Then Denny talked us into the Soul Rebels in the tiny back room of Le Bon Temps Rouler. We ended up getting our cover charge back as it was way too packed to even get to the back room.

After lunch, we made a visit to the Sazerac House – this is a very interesting and free museum about the Sazerac drink and associated other liquors. Highly recommended way to pass an hour or two – the building has been beautifully restored.


Some entertaining people watching ensued back on the Magazine Street balcony. A new white Rolls Royce pulled up and parked in front of the Buffalo Exchange thrift shop. I suspected a musician in town for jazzfest, but didn’t recognize the lady who exited the back door to head inside. Also didn’t recognize the man who joined her about 20 minutes later. He didn’t look like a chauffeur and didn’t open the door for her on return. Just interesting that she rides in the back while he drives. This is how we pass our time on the balcony…
On Saturday evening, Denny had arranged for us all to see Low Cut Connie perform at Gasa Gasa on Freret street. This is a small club and it was sold out. The piano player and lead singer was a terrific showman and we thoroughly enjoyed the show. Kind of a cross between Gerry Lee Lewis and Brian Setzer.








Lunch on Thursday was at Mais Arepas. Another restaurant that Denny recommended visiting during the day time. I think he exaggerates, as the neighborhood is rapidly gentrifying. Everything on the menu is gluten free, so Brent could go nuts. The menu is described as Colombian Creole.










Diana took Patty and Brent to explore the art market area. They wandered back through the Jazz, Blues and Gospel tents, getting a great flavour of everything on offer. Robert Plant and Alison Krauss closed out Gentilly. A bit nuanced and mellow for the big stage, but I did enjoy a few songs, like “Rock ‘N Roll”, the Zeppelin original:




I stopped by Cherry Espresso while they sunbathed – great coffee and a very cool converted fire house building.


Denny and Anne joined for dinner. Osteria Lupo is a restaurant by the Costera folks (Spanish tapas place that we went to for dinner one New Year’s Eve) that opened a couple of weeks ago and is a short walk from the condo. The food was amazing and the restaurant very modern and nicely outfitted. Black truffle arancini, crab pasta, and some great wine.
After our sessions, we walked down to Seafood Sally’s and met Kenny and Denny for Happy Hour. $1 oysters for Diana – such a deal compared to anywhere in Texas or California.




First up was Valerie Sassyfras. I had watched her performance on America’s Got Talent and thought this was going to be ridiculously silly. This picture is Kenny, in Booker shirt, explaining something to Valerie. Live and in person it was actually quite entertaining. Here’s a video with the girls joining Valerie for “Girl’s Night Out.”
I enjoyed getting to see a few folks that I don’t see very often – Greg and Colleen (pictured here), Randy and Amy, Paul and Michelle, Tres and Party Phil. Greg has the perfect New Orleans accent and is a true Southern gentleman.
I met Alex at Peaches for record store day on Saturday morning. This is an annual event where independent record stores release one of a kind and rare recordings until they sell out. I was greeted at the door with an offer of a beer and pizza – umm, not at 9am, thanks. I picked up a Status Quo album that Mum and Dad gave me as a Christmas gift many years ago. Who knows where that original version is now. Not familiar with Status Quo? They are a classic power trio, and were the openers for Live Aid in 1985 – my first day working for Gearhart. I still remember being invited to my boss, Howard Dunn’s, house for the festivities. Here’s the performance:
Some fun people watching was available from our balcony after record store day. The Buffalo Exchange was having a sidewalk sale for Earth Day. All items were $1 and the proceeds went to an elephant sanctuary in Tennessee. So funny to watch a hundred folks dig into boxes full of used clothes.





After lunch we walked to the “Mostly Rock and Roll Gallery.” This is owned by a friend of Andy and Jude’s. They are Clorinda’s perfect neighbours in Pacifica. Steve also lived in Pacifica for many years. He was visiting New Orleans a year or so ago, met Ben Jaffe of the Preservation Hall Band, and moved shortly after.


Diana and I made a brief stop at the Milan bar on our walk home. I really appreciate the little neighbourhood bars in New Orleans.
Tuesday began with a run in Audubon park – Week 5 Day 1 for me. Later in the day, Diana met the girls for oyster Happy Hour at Superior Seafood. I love that Diana has a group of girls to get together with here. I invited Kenny and Alex over for a drink and we enjoyed some good banter on the balcony.
We shared Audubon park with the Harveys on Thursday morning, enjoying a nice leisurely lap. Lunch was at Juan’s Flying Burrito – one of Tim’s favourites. It’s easy to get meat and potatoes style dishes without vegetables. Our margarita pourer, however, needed a tiny bit more training:

I forgot to mention a special stop after our walk in the park – the prettiest pothole I’ve found. It’s located at the corner of Laurel and Webster streets, and the locals have planted some pretty flowers. Those are the same locals that hosted the wonderful porch concerts on our last visit – we should consider that neighbourhood.
Denny turned 55 on Friday! Still such a kid. We celebrated his birthday in the gorgeous patio at Bayona in the French Quarter. This is a pretty famous place that Susan Spicer opened many years ago. She’s one of the best known female chefs.
The food was delicious. McD and I split a fried oyster salad, followed by a steak sandwich. After lunch we wandered over to Jackson Square to take in some of French Quarter Fest, a free music festival with stages throughout the Quarter.





One of the few things on Dee’s list of things she would like to do on the visit was to try beignets. We checked that off the list on Saturday morning, meeting Kenny and Kara after they finished yoga in City Park. That location is much less busy than the French Quarter location. I think the beignets were a big hit with everyone.






There were some lovely wildflowers as we took a driving tour of City Park. After that, we stopped by Liuzza’s for some classic pre-jazzfest style Bloody Mary’s before lunch.


The crepe du crab that Kenzie recommended for me was delicious. Unfortunately, the heavens opened right as we were finishing lunch. No problem for McD – another bottle of that perfect Sancerre. I finally got antsy and got soaked retrieving the car.
There was some debate about whether we should rally off the couch to see Uncle Lucius on Saturday night. I had bought tickets early, but they were not expensive. We made a good decision and grabbed an Uber back to the Quarter for the show at the Toulouse Theater (previously One Eyed Jacks.)
Kenny and Kara joined us briefly after dinner and enjoyed a new band to them.


My book this week (and last) was “The Nightingale” by Kristin Hannah. Kenny leant me the book and he loved it. I previously really enjoyed “The Great Alone” – I’ll need to share that one with Kenny.




In the evening, Denny and Anne picked us up early for our N7 dinner reservation. Denny thought it would be a good idea to catch a few songs from The Tin Men at DBA before our meal. Great idea Denny!
N7 was even better than we remembered. Just a lovely setting in the yard of a small house.




Britney Chauntae and band treated us (there were only a couple of other folks there) to some wonderful jazz and RnB singing, while MardiClaw (interesting name) took care of us at the bar.
After work on Friday, I met the guys at The Other Bar on Freret Street for Happy Hour. We were treated to a short stand-up comedy performance from Kenny. He’s been working on a “tight 10 minute set” in his retirement. Some of the krewe attended the Pelicans basketball game and were treated to a halftime performance by Shammar Allen – “The Weekend Dance.”







I completed week 4 of Couch to 5K on Sunday morning. That was my exercise ahead of a delicious Easter brunch at Atchafalaya – a short walk from the condo. The food was excellent and the service was, let’s see, spotty is the kindest word I can find. Diana chatted with the owner and we were treated to a blue cheese flan and some nice drinks. We were also able to secure a return reservation whenever we wanted – although everything was booked up online. Nicely handed by Rachel, the owner.


We were on the road by 8:30am on Saturday as planned. I wore my San Diego State University Aztecs shirt with pride, they played in the final four on Saturday afternoon.
We were quick to enjoy the lovely front balcony. Then Denny and Anne came over with food and a pretty plant to welcome us.

Finn had the day off on Monday. He came over to be educated on how to take care of Morrison when we’re in New Orleans. I think he was suitably entertained by the way I spritz the leaves using an olive oil spray bottle. Diana provided some instruction on making sure the pool is in good shape.


I enjoyed a swim on Sunday morning, and then tried out the new dry sauna – very nice and relaxing after all those laps. Then I treated myself to a coffee and a quiche at Filtered with my Sunday crossword.
My book this week was “Our Missing Hearts” by Celeste Ng. Her “Little Fires Everywhere” was one of my favourites of the last few years, and so I had high hopes for this one.