The best neighborhood parade is in the Isle of Denial!
So we made pancakes and Aunt Jer came over and showed Tin the bayou and told him about the days when she would be taking him up and down the bayou on her boat and teaching him how to fish.
The weather was so delightful we took the dogs around the bayou for a nice romp and then we scurried to get the morning nap and out the door for Toth. We went to a friend’s house on Henry Clay, which is where the parade starts, it was already loud and raucous but this is truly one of the best neighborhood parades to catch on Sunday and for some reason the weather pattern seems to be repeating itself. Krewe de Vieux – freeze your butt off, Muses cancelled for rain and rolls late on Friday night in the freezing cold, Toth exceptionally beautiful and now we just count on Fat Tuesday being equally as glorious.
As always during Mardi Gras you run into lots of old and new friends and this year was no exception. I was wearing a pink wig and the woman next to me was too – we were both holding little boys – she turned out to be someone I knew, holding her boyfriend’s grandson, a man that perhaps had more ties to me coming back to New Orleans than most people as the seed of the idea in 1995 to move back home and start a family was planted when I saw his design firm and believed Steve could come work here and thrive. A long journey it has been – my neighbor in the pink wig said to me, “I’m so happy to see you with a family.” Imagine what your life could be in 15 years – sometimes it takes a while but the journey is equally as wonderful as arriving at the destination!
