The simple life
We’ve sworn off of French Quarter Fest. I gave it a good college try two days in a row and for the umpteenth year in a row, I can’t get my groove on, so blech. Meanwhile, our neighbors put out a slip n slide and asked Tin over and pretty soon it was an entire day of slip n slide and bayou hanging with all the neighborhood children. Luckily, I had the opportunity to walk over to the garden show at City Park to get basil and mint for the garden.
Let’s see, a day where the sun is limitless, a breeze is blowing, no humidity, and so many options that the best one was close to home – no crowds, no music you don’t want to hear, nothing but hanging out. My kind of day.
I stopped in at the NOMA cafe and had a sip of wine as I watched the ducks and geese. A wedding party showed up impromptu with some guys in uniform – they almost looked like Yankee uniforms and the groom was wearing a Confederate officer. Hard to say, I was enjoying my wine from the vantage point of the cafe – but the whole scene struck me as very odd, not the least of which it was a wedding, and god knows I’ve seen my share of those.
Afterwards, I strolled down Exposition Lane and made my way over to Moss, but first stopped by friends’ house who had just moved to Carrollton – they were on the porch and so I sat a spell and had a porch sit.
When I returned home, Tin was getting up from his nap and it was time for more slip n slide fun – my favorite Tinism today was, “Mommy, where you going?” Zumba. “I want to go.” You’re going to slip n slide with the neighbors. “Yay, slip and slide!” Pause “Mommy, what is a slip and slide?”
And so goes today – the meds are evening out and alas I didn’t spend the day on my own version of slip n slide, the weather was delightful, and everyone passed a good time.