No earthly idea
Today I saw my doctor in NOLA for the last time. She seemed genuinely disappointed that I was leaving. It's hard to know how much my doctor really knew me. How many patients does she have? Am I just one of many? And I'm so normal, there's nothing to set me apart. Does she remember my name before she looks at my chart? I liked her. I didn't expect much except for assurance that things were fine and intervention if they weren't. Her manner is warm and friendly, and I was completely comfortable with the idea of her buzzing in to catch the baby. But anyway...I'm off to a new doctor in Philly on Thursday, so I'll never know. I got a copy of my medical records. Finally I get to see what all the scrawling is about!
I'm extremely sentimental about everything (and it's not just being pregnant). I felt sad leaving the hospital for the last time. Then I got all sentimental about the road I was driving to the grocery store. And the school kids gathered around city bus stops. And that house that I like. And that tree that I like. And the way you can see Holy Name of Jesus church from Magazine St. towering over Audubon Park. Then I imagined that my drive home from the grocery store was like a sentimental slide show like they show at graduations and wedding rehearsal dinners and the soundtrack was Louis Armstrong singing "La vie en rose" (it has to be ol' Satchmo, you know). Then I wondered if I could make this slideshow with my new digital camera, :) so that I could share with everyone all the little corners of my every-day New Orleans.
I need Abraham's faith right now, because sometimes it feels like what we're doing makes no earthly sense. Because...we don't know what we're doing. We're leaving, but we don't know where we're going. We're packing our stuff, but we don't know where to put it.
I think I'll make a cup of tea and watch a Horatio Hornblower.
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In the past week and a half I keep thinking about things that I forgot to feel sentimental about upon leaving Covenant. One thing that will always mean Covenant to me, though, is walking back to Carter from the library at night in the fog, especially that place by the two trees between the chapel and Carter.
Posted by: linnea | 18.05.05 00:02
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I left New Orleans after three years in Grad School in Tulane as a military officer. I moved 10 times in 20 years, and as I drove away from New Orleans, I cried like a baby - first and only time that ever happened. That was 1993, and I still get pangs when I think of it. I live in DC now, but I still feel the magnetic pull of that magical place. I COMPLETELY understand what you mean. Good luck.
Posted by: DK | 19.05.05 11:05
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YES! Linnea, I totally know that spot, at midnight (when the lib closes) after SIPping, in the fog.
New Orleans is the kind of place that makes you feel like you can be there forever. I just love it!
Posted by: Jeannette | 19.05.05 20:11
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You need to beg support from Katiek and Betsy Farquar. Katie moved back to the U.S. from overseas while pregnant with Josiah and Betsy's moving to Knoxville from ATL during her last trimester.
We're remembering y'all. Dude, I couldn't go anywhere w/out tissues and vomit bags when I was pregnant. Get as sentimental as you can while you have "The Excuse".
Posted by: lynnp | 19.05.05 20:38
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Oh! How do I get in touch with Betsy!?? I just found out she was expecting (due to Bob's wedding weekend rundown)!!
Posted by: Jeannette | 19.05.05 21:03