Touch down – home
I can always smell New Orleans before we land – the fecund moist air. I was sitting next to a couple in their late fifties – New York snotty types, she with too much botox and hair color and he with a clothing style that made me want to bust out of my clothes and run naked through the plane.
I was sitting there wondering how it is possible that I sit at my desk in my office all day and force myself to drink a glass of water and the bathroom is right by me. Then I get in this plane crammed between people, wedged between seats and down two liters of water instantly and fear running out. Then I have to go to the bathroom 1,100 times. Why? Meanwhile the state of the bathroom gets progressively worse over the flight.
I got home 55 minutes early, raced to my truck, and got home just in time to see T feeding T2 – oh joy – home at last – and yes, I overlooked Loca but she was bouncing up and down so I finally saw her too. Happy Day – we have the most beautiful son on the planet.
We went out for a family walk around the bayou. We ran into a friend taking photos of the St. Joseph’s altar at the Rectory, then we ran into Ruby and Amelie pushing their babydolls in their carriage and their moms, and then we ran into our neighbors with their kids and both had old pogo sticks. I tried the pogo stick a couple of times and was out of breath with two hops. Me and it need oil.
Oh happy day – home where the nutria roam.