Mama’s got a brand new bag
I was able to get a minute’s worth of my own work together yesterday morning and then headed out to the first day and first ever Thursday of French Quarter Festival. There was a breeze and bright sunshine and I walked to the French Quarter leaving behind the stress of parking and cars and all that jazz. I flitted around the stages not hearing anything that made me want to plant myself and sit a spell.
In Jackson Square I looked around at all the food booths and opted for wheat pies stuffed with crawfish and then got a mango daiquiri and flitted around some more.
At the end of it all, I had burned out on people, too heavy food, and music that was mediocre, and so I walked home.
Is it me? Or was it worth having an extra day? Is it me, or even on this beautifully breezy and moderately warm day, people were hovering under the thin guise of shade wherever they could find it? Is it me or does this city need more shade opportunities, or what?
I came home and missed Zumba because I was just too dog tired to do much of anything else even though my first intent was to go to the signing of In Exile at the Maple Street and then eat at Fatoush at the Healing Center, but I gave up that option knowing I needed a little Zumba. Much like having missed birding in City Park the other morning because my intent was to go to Zumba but then not being able to get there because of the Crescent City Connection, I feel like I sort of keep tripping over myself as I try to edit my choices down to the most simple.
This too shall pass.