Some people should have no free time to let their mind wander.
New Orleans may be famous for their Mardi Gras, but it’s not even comparable to the Cajun version. Back home in Eunice there is the traditional “courir” or run. Here in Lafayette it’s sort of a hybrid with parades of real floats and costumes that… well, you’ll just have to watch the video.
It’s 56 degrees this morning. Not too bad. I don’t have to bundle up too much, but I do need to wear a hat. The only problem is that this I’m inside at the moment. Outside it’s 29, and for South Louisiana there’s no other word for it than cold. So when my coworker says it’s freezing outside it’s not hyperbole.
Naturally the holidays were a busy time in the house, a place I have been seeing too rarely these days. I looked forward to spending an inordinate amount of time back at the homestead – two whole weeks of vacation time! You’re reading ahead of me, right? You knew there would not be two straight weeks of time away from the keyboard. And there wasn’t.
The night was blacker than the thumbnail on a near-sighted carpenter, and like most nights I was putting in overtime on a bottle that I kept in my desk drawer for just such occasions. It seems as if those occasions seemed to be happening more frequently this year. I had just thrown back another belt when she walked in. She wasn’t what you would call a looker, but still you […]
I noticed something in my shower this morning that kind of surprised me – a bar of soap. Whoa, don’t get ahead of me here, I bathe regularly, and I use soap. But I seriously cannot remember the last time I used a bar of soap. It was probably in a hotel somewhere.