A new rhythm
Friday nights have become for the most part, nights at home and last night, T suggested that after we fed Tin we’d walk over to Swirl and so we did. But of course, we arrived much later than we though since it takes a long time when you wake up late from a nap, and when dinner is suddenly not enough and you want three servings of mashed potatoes, one half a sweet potato, one hot dog, one container of yoghurt and are still asking for “moh r”.
So we pulled up in our stroller about 7:30 and the place was hopping with the back to school crowd – summer is over so the Turkish contingency was there all looking rested and tan, the woman who is going to teach drums to Tin was singing to him as he ran up an down the stairs next door, and a Tulane friends, and neighbor friends, and well what a difference a child makes, but how fun it was to connect with everyone after not having seen them all summer.
One friend who had spent time in California was considering a move back to El Lay where family is thick, and I told her, L.A. doesn’t need you, but New Orleans does.
It seems like the summer was long enough to make everyone think about what they are doing and short enough to miss it already.