Thursday, February 27, 2014

Tiny Car

The night parades resume.

Sunday, February 23, 2014

Why, Oh Why?

Type "why" into Google. If your machine-bot works like mine, the first auto-suggest will be "why do dogs lick you". Hmm.

Saturday, February 22, 2014

And So It Begins...

The kids, ready for their first Mardi Gras parade

Thursday, February 20, 2014


So June turned ten yesterday, a big deal. And in our house, that means:
  1. The various typical birthday things: presents, cake, etc.
  2. Lunch at Commander's Palace (a very fancy old-school New Orleans restaurant)
  3. Getting one's ears pierced. (Note: we have two girls. This probably wouldn't be as firmly entrenched as a tradition if we had some boys in the mix.)
The day in photos:

In the morning, sporting her new birthday outfit

At Commander's, in her special birthday har. (June's meal choice consisted of turtle soup followed by gumbo.)

The whole family, in the Commander's lobby.

Outside Commander's. (That blue they have is kind of trippy, but it looks good with the dresses and balloons.)

June getting her first ear pierced. Note the stoic look on her face. The girl didn't event blink.

Monday, February 17, 2014


A few of my Neighborhood Center kids, mugging for the camera

June at the Father Daughter Dance

Sunday, February 16, 2014

Friday, February 14, 2014

"A Dream You Wish You Could Have"

This is the cat food we buy for Delilah.1 Note the copy (in front of the trippy looking cat):
"Pop open. A dream you wish you could have."
What does that mean? "A dream you wish you could have." Does "you" refer to the cat? To me? And the cat/I wish to have the dream? Or do they mean the cat/I wish to have the object of that dream (presumably highly desirable cat food)? And if they mean the cat food, then why "wish you could have"? The cat/I easily can have it. I bought it. It's sitting right there. I can pop open a can, and the cat/I could easily gobble down the contents. No problem. No "wish" involved.

It sounds like something written in another language and then badly translated. Weird.

1 She's an old gal and can't smell or chew too well. We basically have to feed her wet food, spoonful by spoonful.

Wednesday, February 12, 2014

Bow-Legged Hoppy Waddling Jump-Footed Gait

Dj hates cold weather. (This is apparently common among chihuahuas, who are bred for southern climes. Those ridiculous sweaters aren't just for show.) He even hates the feeling of cold on his paws, and when I take him for walks on chilly days, he does this weird prance where he essentially tries to keep his paws off the ground. Due to laws of physics, he fails, but the result — poor DJ — is rather humorous. His back paws do this bow-legged hoppy waddling jump-footed gait, where he almost really looks like he's going to succeed. Poor DJ.

Tuesday, February 11, 2014


Dunno. Just thought it looked cool. (I was not driving, by the way, when I snapped this pic.)

Monday, February 10, 2014

A (Not Quite) Winter Wonderland

I've expressed similar sentiments before: if weather was a mood, our winters would be a mood disorder — rapid swings from warm to cool, dry to wet, all unpredictably jumbled up. It's currently 5:35 a.m. and a warm-feeling 56 degrees, densely foggy, with water droplets beading on every surface. Yesterday was near-summer-like. A couple of days ago, it was was bone-chilling. And of course, just a little while back we had our Great Ice Storm of 2014  (said in a faux-melodramatic voice). The storm would be a minor thing in many parts, but around here it shut things down: the girls out of school for two days, adults working from home. (It's New Orleans. We don't do icy roads.) And though the girls were disappointed by the absence of snow, sleet and freezing rain were still plenty exciting.

I had a few photos from the storm I'd meant to post but didn't. I will now:

June, wowed by the crust of ice on the windshield

Icy palm frond

The whole family gathers to slip and slide on a frozen puddle.

June finds a leaf embedded in ice.

Saturday, February 08, 2014

Stained Glass Lamp

As seen from above. My father-in-law made it. It's cool.

Friday, February 07, 2014

Lady with Orange Hair

What's the word that pops into your mind to describe her? Mine was "aloof", but I don't think that's quite right. I'm not sure she's aloof. I think she's sad. And I think hers is a certain kind of sad described by a just-right word that's eluding my early-morning brain right now. 

Thursday, February 06, 2014

"We Need More..."

Direct quote from Sarah:
"We need more open-faced sandwiches in our life."
That lady is funny (though not always intentionally).