Lusting for Lagniappe

So when I lived on Moss Street I was known around town as the white chick who should be taken advantage of – everyone, including a few friends, thought that my money grew on trees and they should avail themselves to it at every opportunity. And seeing how I grew up with a father who liked nothing more than to spend his money and treat everyone in the room or block, what the hell did I care – let them all have it.

But something’s changed radically over here on Cleveland Avenue – the first was my hiring a carpenter to do a few things and him charging me less than his usual rate. Why? He was being nice. Or how about when I went to Lowe’s to get some pegboard and a guy walked me through the store and picked out my pegboard and put it in a cart and handed it to me (read: he didn’t work there). Blush – okay. Then there was the guy I hired to wire my stereo and computer etc. who also works at a cabinet shop and saw that I needed a few things and decided on his own to do it for me. Say what? People helping me for no good reason – no one wanting to rob me blind or pad their invoice? Yep – it’s all different around here.

A friend and ex neighbor stopped by and brought me all sorts of goodies – that included Bonerama’s new CD with Dr. John accompanying on Indian Red. All thoughtful gifts that she went out of her way to bring me.

So today for Father’s Day, I invited Tin’s godparents over to celebrate God/Father’s day and we made waffles – truly delicious waffles with green onion sausage and scrambled eggs and watermelon and big plump juicy ruby red strawberries. And I think I’m still full from brunch.

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When they arrived they came in with bottles of wine and two prints of Tin taken by a photographer/writer friend of theirs in town. I’m telling you the lagniappe just keeps a coming and me, I’m lusting for it. Then another friend stopped by with a bottle of conditioner for Tin and a novena for me blessing the Spirit House.

Bring it on, I roar to the universe. A gal could get used to lagniappe real fast like.

2 Responses to “Lusting for Lagniappe”

  1. Mudd Lavoie Says:

    Good for you. The real meaning of it: Good things happening for you.

    HALLELUJAH!

  2. Rachel Says:

    ditto

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