Portrait of a Sunday (and a Monday Morning)

The rain was blowing sideways off the Mississippi River when we got in line to get into Cafe du Monde. I turned my red umbrella sideways to block it, and waited patiently with a dry head and a drenched grey skirt. The trick to sitting at a table in Cafe du Monde, you see, is…

Playing Tourist

When you move to a city that you used to be your go-to Happy Vacation Place, occasionally playing tourist is an important thing to do. Think about it – once upon a time, you had this one place you were completely in love with, and would escape the day-to-day drudgery of your real life by…

Cast of Characters

Rolling Gospel She’s flashy in sequins and gold spandex, and fluffy in tutus.  You can’t miss her when she rolls by you down the street.  Her bicycle has a canopy with bible verses painted around the trim, and Mardi Gras beads swish and sway to her pedaling rhythm.  Never seen with a dour face, she cycles with her own groove,…

The Way Home

For the past year (YEAR!), since J and I moved into our place and I commenced my commute to and from work via foot and streetcar, I’ve been keeping up a pretty stalwart gallery on Facebook called, “On the Way Home – a gallery for things I see on the way home from work.” A…

Street Art, Literally (Sidewalk Edition)

If you take a glance up at the featured image there, you’ll get a feel for why, some days, you feel like you can only navigate by foot if you stare consistently at the ground and cast your eye nary another place. Nature tends to prevail, here. The ground isn’t really solid, and the trees…

Breaks in the Routine

You have to have them sometimes.  They shake you out of the daze of your daily grind.  Even changing at what part in your morning process of getting ready for the day you decide to brush your teeth helps.  Recently I made some larger daily changes, revolving around my work schedule, that completely adjusted my…

I Walked Home From Work Today

Anyone who has been reading this thang since its inception knows that the title of this post, walking home from work, used to be a pretty typical phrase for me. Back in the Denver Days, walking to and from work (and everywhere for anything in between) was a commonality in my daily existence. I walked…

Krewe Du Vieux, Ya-Hieux!!!!

It goes without saying, at this point, that this is my first Mardi Gras season in New Orleans.  As an adult, anyway.  Among my earliest memories of life (which include a fascination with beignets and that it was okay to make a mess and a toddler’s in-stroller view of the detritus in the French Quarter…

French Quarter Friday: Wandering Royal St.

Well, happy Friday the 13th, world!  I’ve always had good days, on Friday the 13thses, and today has begun no differently.  Since I managed to not get loose from work until nearly 10:00 p.m. last night, I slept in a little.  Once awake, I received the very grand and glorious news that my dad’s PT…

The Queen of Hearts

…she made some tarts, all on a summer’s day… This is not an entry regarding tarts or any other pastry, despite the fact that there seems to be some sort of Cherry Pie appreciation festival going on here in Loveland this month.  Not cherries in general, mind you, so you can’t go running around town…

An Epic Stroll (Warning: Contains Sweat. And Also a Bead Dog.)

This past Friday, I had it in my overly-active mind that it would be a Good Idea to spend 9 hours on foot in the Garden District, wandering the Magazine St. corridor.  See, J is working now (YAY!) on ‘Zine St., often needs the car for work, and this thereby renders me stranded in The Room…

Mother’s Day Mudbugs

This past Sunday was Mother’s Day.  Of course, this meant that I called my glorious mum and had the pleasure of chatting with my parents for a bit.  Which was awesome.  It felt really strange to not be up that morning, preparing to hit the road for the short jaunt up to their place to…