Life on the bayou
The weather has been so gorgeous that it is hard to resist being outside. Tin and Loca and I walked to City Park this morning and Tin ran around like a mad man and then I packed him back in and Loca and I got some walking in. There was a wedding on the bridge yesterday and a wedding in the Peristyle today and lots of little ducklings everywhere!
I was sitting on the front porch giving Tin his noon bottle watching the nun take chip shots on the grass and my other neighbor plant her garden when I thought we’d attempt the Super Sunday Mardi Gras Indians that had now been transferred over to Taylor Park. So last minute, we jumped in the truck and when we got to Toledano and Claiborne it was a traffic nightmare so we pulled into the fast food parking lot and did the rest on foot. We caught one circle of Indians doing their thing and Tin got into the groove immediately.
Then we walked back to the truck and two girls in a car stopped and shouted out to me, “Is that your baby?” And I laughed, and said yes, thinking to myself, what goes on?
We were back on the bayou and I saw my other neighbor pulling out and asked if they were going to see the Indians and they said no, they didn’t want to go anywhere but had to do errands. So Tin and I came inside and took a Sunday nap. I saw a van pull up on the grass and get out an entire living room – same guy from last week – he lit a campfire and had several lounge chairs and even a large trash can. I walked out on the porch and my neighbor said, “Why here?” And I shrugged.
NIMBY
Not in my ba-you!