Thursday, February 23, 2017
There are signs of spring in New Orleans, although it's easy to think we've skipped spring and gone right to summer, since in recent days the temperature has been in the high 70's.
This morning on my walk along the river, I spotted redbud trees, cercis occidentalis, in bloom.
The sun on the water was glittering, the breeze was light, and the water of the Mississippi River slapped lazily against the old wharves.
Tuesday, February 21, 2017
|Serious costuming - St. Ann parade 2016|
I never really got excited over dressing up for Halloween. My mom once made me a fairy costume, complete with wings. But I felt silly in it. As a pre-teen, the most common costume for my social set was a "bum" which meant torn clothes and dark smudges on my face. Maybe a blacked-out tooth, if I got really creative.
As a teen, I was way too cool to dress up at all.
And as a young woman, I felt too self-conscious to draw attention to myself even with flashy normal attire, much less fancy dress.
I worked in a trade where the standard attire was t-shirts and jeans. I remember one year when I was desperately poor, I stretched my budget to buy a clean flannel shirt to wear to a cast party I was invited to, and thought I was dressing up.
|Purple wig, gloves and a cocktail - getting there|
So, as I have now, in my second half-century, moved to a place where costume, fancy dress, and just plain eccentric attire is the norm, I have to get with the program.
|Mardi Gras Day 2016 - still dressing down|
But fascinators - they're lightweight, fun, and don't leave you with hat-hair. So last year I made baby steps of wearing a red fascinator to Carnival.
|At the Race Track|
This year, I attended the annual Twelfth Night party at Vaughans Lounge, where costumes were mandatory. A mask and a purple wig went a long way.
I have visited some of the wonderful and hidden secret costume sales that pop up all over New Orleans.
|Mardi Gras bandeau - good for cold nights|
|Mardi Gras chapeau|
|Note to self: no more corsets|
This week, I'm putting the finishing touches on my Mardi Gras Day costume. I'm spending a lot of time with a hot glue gun.
I hope to be able to show you my results - without embarrassment.
Monday, February 20, 2017
Sunday, February 19, 2017
This parade salutes Science Fiction and tech-geekiness, with people-powered floats
and bands of marches, including a thousand Princess Leias - the Leijorettes.
Friday, February 17, 2017
He's about six pounds of cute.
He's just a pup. Custody of him is shared between a six year old girl named Maya and her grandparents, Cindy and Big Chris.
His name is Olaf, if you listen to Maya, or El Chapo, if you listen to Cindy and Big Chris.
His personality is more like El Chapo - a scrappy dude with needle-like teeth and a tendency to chew your fingers.
He spends his days mostly with Big Chris, whom he adores.
Sometimes, other people get to share in the love.
Friday, February 10, 2017
The last couple of afternoons, I've noticed big helicopters zooming overhead. I chalked it up to the tornado damage in New Orleans East, which took place on Tuesday. But they have been loud and flying very low in my neighborhood.
Last night I was awakened from sleep around 1:00 am by what sounded like an explosion, and by helicopters zooming overhead. This went on for some time, so I checked on my phone the local Next Door site - Next Door is a kind of neighborhood watch online.
Lots of people were up and disturbed by the activity. Some people said they'd heard machine gun fire.
Turns out it was the NOPD running some training games out of the old Navy facility on Poland Avenue at the Industrial Canal. On Facebook, a friend said he'd talked to a police commander at the gates who didn't seem all that concerned that an entire neighborhood of residents was being frightened out of their beds.
Another friend posted that patrons coming out of Vaughan's Lounge after a late night set by Corey Henry and the Treme Funktet were shocked and surprised, as though they'd entered a fire fight.
The NOPD's official announcement claimed they'd informed local residents and private property owners, but the Bywater Neighborhood Association said they had not been informed. Nor had homeowners or businesses on Poland Avenue.
There might be more of this over the weekend. At least now we know what it is.
UPDATE: NOPD says it's the Army running "urban military training."
As another friend of mine commented, "They're training all right. They're training us."
Wednesday, February 8, 2017
Sunday, January 29, 2017
This one's for Jack and Uncle Earl.
When Jack died, just a few days before Christmas, I was lucky to have the support of friends. My friend Scott helped me by carrying Jack's 65 pound body out of my house and putting it in my car to take to the vet; my friend Linda helped me by driving me to the vet, taking me out for food, cleaning my house and putting away all dog-reminder items while I showered, and then taking me out to Vaughans's Lounge and getting me drunk.
Sunday, January 22, 2017
The Women's March in New Orleans yesterday. Crowd estimates from the NOPD were 10,000 to 15,000 - I personally think there were more. It looked like 10,000 were assembled in Washington Square Park, where the parade began, but there were hundreds and hundreds more people outside the fences, standing on the neutral ground at Elysian Fields, and thronging on Frenchman Street.
I must confess that I did not feel comfortable with the set-up - the Park is surrounded by high iron fences, with only narrow gates at the four corners. I did not feel comfortable going in there with that many people inside. So Jennifer said, "Screw this, let's go find a bar on Decatur Street and let the parade come to us."
We headed down to The Abbey, a dive bar on Decatur between Ursulines and Governor Nicholls, where Curtis, the bartender, told us the story of how he broke his arm. Within a few minutes, we could hear the drums of the parade approaching, and went outside with our go-cups.
The parade stretched on. There were people filling the street from curb to curb, but also people rushing down the sidewalks, watching from the many bars and storefronts, and also from the balconies overhanging the street.
I will let the photos and videos tell the rest of the story. I will simply say that it took 1 hour and 15 minutes for the entire assembly to pass us.
Thank you, ladies and all, for sending a message to Washington. Movement? I'll give you a movement, Mr. Trump. THIS is a movement.