Born on the bayou – well, almost
I forgot to go say happy birthday to my across the bayou neighbor – on June 22nd, she turned 94. We were on our way over to the museum today and passed and saw her sitting on her porch. She looked great. I tried to call Happy Birthday from the car but she couldn’t hear me so I jumped out and went over to wish her happy birthday. She said, “Well. Aren’t you going to ask me how old I am?”
I said, “How old are you?” Even though I knew because she had told me before.
I told her she is my inspiration – watching her walk around the bayou every day.
She said sitting on her front porch was what she couldn’t live without. I told her I felt the exact same way.
We are incredibly fortunate to live in this house, on this bayou, around these people, in this city – once on the porch a day is a recipe for joy.