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…
Category: Wandering
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…
Street Art: New Orleans Era
Good morning, rainy world. At least, it is rainy here this morning, with those big ol’ thunderBOOMS that the dawg seems to finally be starting to figure out. At least, every time one rings out over the wet grey sky, he doesn’t jump up, run around, shake, and hide under my feet. Little guy must be adapting!…
Exploring, Wandering, Passin’ Time
Applying to jobs in a new town, or anywhere for that matter, involves a lot of time spent playing the Waiting Game. Playing this Waiting Game all cooped up in a hotel room in Metairie defines, I think, a whole new idea of Stir Crazy. Truly. Don’t get me wrong, we haven’t been hiding in…
Recap 1: The Last Days of Colorado
*BVoooooM!* That is the sound I keep hearing in my head, now that I am back online. You know, that “Ham Radio Coming Back On the Air, Pump Up the Volume Style” sort of sound. Hello world, greetings from Louisiana. As I write this, I am drinking an Abita Jockamo IPA and am at the…
Follow Your Crazy 