|Yes, we are doing the YMCA at the top of a Mayan Temple|
|The Ceiling at night|
I came home to a Second Line in the Quarter for Representative Lindy Boggs. She had lived in New Orleans and her funeral was held at St. Louis Cathedral, downtown. Because we had to stay in town till my daughters flight came in, we were able to see her dirge. It was amazing. I got my daughter back after her summer romp, I properly munched and squeezed her till she was annoyed. Came home to a relatively clean house and fat, happy pets. Once I was home I tackled the living room with some gusto, I shredded things for about 2 hours, since we had rearranged the furniture a month or so ago, I was ready for some polishing. Cleaned up the desk and added in/changed up some artwork in the room, taking the old things to hang in the main office at our business. I needed that, all of "that". The week away with no communication, the coming home to my favourite city, the scrunching of my daughter, and the will to keep taking the steps of making my house my home. I cooked tonight for the first time in months, sure I'd thrown together some random burritos one night, and heated various frozen whatnot's, but not actually cooked. So, tonight was rice and gravy, comfort food for some tired parents and a happy Cajun child.
|Dirge and Second Line for Mrs. Lindy Boggs|
I have cats racing around, jingling, attacking each other, I have the TV blaring, I have the en vie to paint the wall around my fireplace (yeah I said "my"), and a disco ball hanging from my living room ceiling fan.
Life. Is. Good.