louisa may today

My name is Louisa. This is what I did today.

Today in New York, my next door neighbo(u)r, 93 year old Martha, and her grand-daughter, 6-going-on-25-year-old Destiny stopped by the apartment no less than three times. They are in love with my labrador, who they call Louisa. I don’t have the heart to remind them, for the third time, that my dog does not share my name.

Meanwhile, Louisa is enjoying all the belly rubs.

Today in New York City, I was on a conference call with the IT guy in the office in Seattle. My dog was sitting beside me, panting. 

I’m now not only perceived as completely technologically incompetent, but also a pervert.

This afternoon in Morningside Park, I watched as a young father and his  eight boys beat the heat by ferociously squirting each other with water pistols. I inquired, incredulous, how the man wasn’t keeled over from exhaustion.

He explained that he had left his two daughters at home. 

Today in New York City, as I officially moved into my new apartment in Harlem, I met Martha from next-door. At 93 years of age, Martha has been living in the building for 58 years. She introduced me to her granddaughter named Destiny, who informed me that when she grows up she is going to be a doctor. 

I’ve never known a Destiny so certain of her future. 

Today at the American Psychological Association in Washington DC, I met Robert Oppenheimer’s cousin, twice removed. I told him of my desire to adopt a pet bunny and name him Rabbit Hoppenheimer and he told me to leave him alone.

This morning in Chicago, I met a man who saved my husband’s life on a weekly basis whilst they were both deployed in Afghanistan. I wanted to offer to pay for his brunch, but I’m on a budget and chorizo is expensive.

Ditto for yesterday, but today was spent in Iowa. 

Today in Nebraska I zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Today in Boulder, Colorado I told my husband that I couldn’t join him for rock climbing at the Flatirons because my health insurance doesn’t kick in until the first of September. 

Thanks, Obama. No really. Thank you!

This morning in the Grand Tetons, I hiked some nine miles into and then out of Death Canyon. My husband rewarded me with the friendly reminder that we will be camping for a third night in a row tonight.

Meanwhile, our labrador spent the night at a pet resort called Happy Tails because someone should get a vacation.