Raise your hand if you missed me! It's been a few days and while I have kept thinking of interesting tidbits to contribute, by the time I've sat down to write, they've vanished. I wouldn't call it writer's block, but my stimulations these days are limited. Here I am on a Thursday night, tired as a dog and yet I am wired because I'm taking off of school tomorrow to spend Alex's last day with her. Ah the thrill of the weekend. Tonight we are going to Bourbon to party with the numbers of out of state individuals who are rebuilding my city by day. I haven't experienced the French Quarter since Katrina so tonight will be a type of reawakening. Yesterday they reopened Cafe Du Monde which electrifies me to the core, because not only do they have stellar coffee, but they are world known for their beignets ( I don't think I spelled that right). They are little fried dough croissants covered in sugar. MM MM good.
This morning on the way to work there were these patches of fog that hung in the air like spider web strands. The cool thing about them was that they were about eight feet in the air so it felt like we ere driving in the sky. A unique experience. Didn't win the hundred dollar door prize for displaced teachers at the faculty meeting tonight. Would've been sweet.
I want give a brief shout out to Anne and Lindsey. Thanks for the email and testimonial. It's kinda cool to know people are reading this thing.
Tomorrow night, Alex and I are going to a small Adouille Sausage Festival in La Place. If you've never had andouille sausage you haven't lived. On Airline Highway there are two andouille sausage stores that have many a things in common. Jacob's is on the left and Bailey's on the right. They are next door to each other. They both claim to be world famous. They both say that they are the best sausage in the world. They both suggest that they are the original. They both display giant sausages with eyes and mouths and sort of look like massive turds. I've never indulged in either, but if I had to chose one over the other, I would definitely go for Jacob's. His sausage is bigger and more impressive. The festival should be plenty fun. It has rides covered in neon lights, amazing food, and the whole community participates. It will easily rival the Ponchatoula Strawberry Festival.
Alex took some pictures of some folks repairing the roof of the Superdome. I used to be terrified of heights. When I was seven, my parents tricked me into going on space mountain in Disney World. They had told me that there was no big drop. It could have traumaized me for the rest of my life, but I overcame my fear at the Dutch Country Amusement Park in Pennsylvania with Tim Egan when I was thirteen. Since then I've been drawn to deathdefying acts as long as I was safe ( harnass, safety rail, etc.), which is slightly oxymoronic. That being said, while I would love to try skydiving, I could never be working on the roof of the Superdome. I couldn't explain to you the rationale behind this statement. So back off! Anyway, Alex leaves Saturday morning and life begins to return to normal. I'm going to try and see if Mamina is free and then the Eagles play on Sunday. Things are going to be ok, even if it take FEMA another three months to assign me an inspector for my house. At least the teacher's union has come through with a check! Going to the races...just kidding. And yet there are people who aren't ashamed to go and gamble their FEMA money away. I just can't do it. Well I won't disappear for two days again...I hope. Love, peace and hair grease.
