It was supposed to be 28 degrees here in New Orleans – damn the cold – we don’t live here to have weather like this. But this morning, snuggled in my warm tall red cowboy boots and five layers of clothes, hat, scarf, gloves – Arlene and I braved the morning. The only living creatures around were the nutrias, swimming back and forth across the bayou with their yellow fangs barely contained.
I ran into L and his boys and we marveled at the beautiful full moon. Naturally, being a man, he saw a “hole in the sky” but I saw the rippling image of the man in the moon reflected in the pink water. Well, can’t be too literal with two English majors walking abreast, can you now?
L’s birthday is coming soon and A is taking him to see the Black Keys. I told him I have tickets that I have been trying to give to TL – but damn, I wish I were going. Damn damn damn.