Ah, there’s the rain. Finally. I woke up this morning with a very relaxed sense of calm, to a grey sky and 50-degree weather. Happy to wake up on my own volition, instead of to my alarm (although there are worse things to wake up to than Basin St. Blues or Billie Holliday), at a…
Tag: New Orleans
French Quarter Friday: It’s In the Details
One should never rush and hurry and zoom through the French Quarter. (Unless, of course, one is running exceedingly late for work or somesuch.) There is just too much to see, and that does not include just the Big Stuff like the St. Louis Cathedral or Jackson Square or the view of the river from…
Rivah Watah
Man o’ man, the last couple of weeks have been a ride! I am working two jobs now, you see. I took two part-timers in order to make a whole, as it were. However, one part-time gave me nearly full-time hours last week, so I was somewhat working a full job and a half. Often,…
Menu Mondays: Nosh
Good morning world, and happy Monday! So, my lucky Friday the 13th vibe continued quite nicely, although not quite on the 13th itself. I’m still giving the 13th credit, though, simply because I want to. At any rate, J did not receive any positive work-related calls, but he did have another interview scheduled, so that…
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…
Bead Dog Pause
(Heh. See what I did there?) Approximately 2.5 weeks ago, or so: I sat at the computer in my newest room, this one in Colorado, biting my lip very, very hard. Freshly wounded from what felt like a failed trip, I nevertheless had an entire stack of New Orleans photographs to edit, and was bravely…
Mirrorworld
I am, I think, a slightly different person than the one that rolled out of Colorado nearly three months ago. How could one not be? I have a better sense of who I am, of what I want to do, the things I want to pursue, of what I’ll put up with (not much, ha),…
Dear New Orleans
New Orleans, I write this with a gaping wound in the middle of my chest. You see, we have to leave you, and it breaks my heart. This heart is, quite literally, on the ground, smashed into miniscule bits. New Orleans, I love you so much. So much so, that we arrived on your crescent…
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…
Follow Your Crazy 