Eve is further proof, if any is needed, that New Orleans girls can never escape the city. After living here since the age of 3 and graduating from Ben Franklin High School, Eve moved to Columbia, Mo., where she received bachelor’s and master’s degrees from the Missouri School of Journalism and became truly, unhealthily obsessed with grammar.She had originally intended to strike out to New York City and work in the cutthroat magazine industry there, but after Katrina, Eve felt a strong pull to return home, to her roots, her family, her waterlogged and struggling city – and a much more forgiving work atmosphere that would allow her to skip a routine of everyday makeup and size 0 designer label business suits and enjoy the occasional cocktail or three with an absurdly fattening lunch. She moved back home in January 2008 and lives in Mid-City with her two daughters, Ruby and Georgia; her stepson, Elliot; and her husband, Robert Peyton.Eve blogs about the joys and struggles of living in post-Katrina New Orleans, the unique problems and delights of raising a child in such a diverse and challenging city – including her experiences with the public education system – and her always entertaining and extremely colorful family.Eve has won numerous writing awards, including the Pirates Alley Faulkner Society Gold Medal, the Society of Professional Journalists Mark of Excellence award for column-writing and Press Club of New Orleans awards for her Editor’s Note in New Orleans Homes & Lifestyles and for this blog, most recently winning the award for "Best Feature Affiliated Blog."She welcomes comments, advice, empty flattery, recipes, drink invitations and – most especially – grammatical or linguistic debates.
After an almost sort of spring, it feels like summer definitely made its presence known this weekend.
Although it would be a huge stretch to call me “outdoorsy,” inasmuch as that word entails camping and/or vigorous recreational activities, which are very much not my scene, I do like being outdoors when the weather is pleasant. I get cold easily, so I am usually uncomfortable in movie theaters or office buildings or other places where the AC is cranked way up, and I love feeling sunshine on my shoulders.
When I can, I like to take my laptop outside and work in the courtyard instead of my office. But I’m not doing that now. It’s only mid-May, but sitting in the courtyard doesn’t feel so much like a pleasant change of scenery as it does an actual personal attack by the sun.
The little corner of my porch, where I like to sit and read or sip my morning coffee or evening glass of wine, is suddenly not quite as welcoming – the mosquitoes were one thing, and the termites were another, but now I’m unbearably hot and sweaty even early in the morning.
Dining al fresco sounds so romantic – and it is, maybe October through April. But an outdoor meal is not enjoyable when you can feel sweat dripping down your back and your salad is warm and the ice in your ice water melts within minutes.
I know this is just an adjustment period. In a few weeks, I’ll be used to this heat, and by late July, our current temperature would feel mild in comparison. (By late July, I only venture out of my house to go to work or get sno-balls.)
But right now, I’m lamenting the loss of my outdoor spaces.
I will fill the void with a celebration of all things summer, though: Creole tomatoes, roadside stand peaches, blueberries from the you-pick farm, water balloons, beach trips, lemonade, Pimm’s Cups, watermelon, grilled sweet corn … and of course, lots and lots of sno-balls.