Missing Mardi Gras madness? Not really.

A marching group arrives at Canal Street as it marches ahead of the Krewe of Zulu on Mardi Gras Day in New Orleans, Tuesday, March 8, 2011.

A marching group arrives at Canal Street as it marches ahead of the Krewe of Zulu on Mardi Gras Day in New Orleans, Tuesday, March 8, 2011.

Today I awoke to the reality that for the first time in 30 years I wouldn’t rather be in New Orleans than North Mississippi.  On gee….what is happening to me? Continue reading

The value of antiques

 

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Today was a momentus day. My girls reached a milestones birthday,, led as always by Norma (lower right). From left Marie Portera, Judy Staggers, Mary Jo Hill, and Ruthie Weathers helped usher her into our new fairy land. Doesn’t she look fabulous?

It wasn’t one of those birthdays with a zero,but just barely not. Today we were still struttin’ a bit and whiffing a little celebratory wine.This made us think we were especially cute since none of us could see very well and we only had two pair of glasses between us. Continue reading

The absent-minded confessor

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It’s becoming increasingly clear that my chronic condition, once considered “lovable absent-mindedness” has been elevated to a critical, possibly terminal condition.

To wit: I headed to the bank this morning to make a deposit. Not only did I miss my turn and have to back-track but when I finally got up to the front of the drive-through I deposited my electric bill. I had to go home and start over, muttering curses to myself for the waste of time.

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