The weeks just blur together, don’t they? Thank goodness for weekends or else time would completely get away with us! Or maybe I’m just still sick (went to the doctor today for Maribou who has what I have and she has sinusitis and I have what they call “a persistent cold”… they gave her twice as many antibiotics as they gave me and they gave me enough to kill the cats).
The official plan for this weekend is “GET BETTER” but the unofficial one is “drink lots of non-alcoholic fluids and remember back when we weren’t on anti-biotics and could drink the alcoholic fluids too”. And laundry, of course. Always laundry. Thank the stars for laundry.
What’s on your docket?
I need to start work on my epic Star Trek-esque novel, keep the new born happy, keep the mom happy, and continue to figure out how to plug my first novel since it’s NOW ON AMAZON!
Give us the link, we’ll link it here. Hell, write a guest post and we’ll post it here and put a link to the post on the sidebar on the front page.
Sent you something to consider… and for the forseeable future, the amazon page will be my “website” here at the league
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In college, I drew a cartoon, (now long lost) of a dog reading aloud, “Ma-mo-moo- meow meow” The caption said “A dogged attempt to learn a new language.” I am learning Vala. Java and the web languages no longer serve my purposes well enough.
Here is a video of a cat barking.
Learning new languages is difficult but try not to let on to others that you know them.
I am going to spend part of the weekend being thankful that I had worked for the defendant’s lawyer’s brother for five years and did not have to spend a week sitting in a jury box paying attention. Now I don’t have to worry whether I would send an innocent man to prison for the rest of his life or let a guilty man free.
The rest of the weekend will probably be spent taking out my broccoli plants that went to flower a month and half earlier than ever before. If it is dry enough, then I will plant corn a month earlier than normal. The rest of the time will be spent being thankful that the alleged consensus among climatologist is wrong about global warming.
Oh yeah, I will spend some of the weekend getting ready for MARDI GRAS!!!!!!!
Is it almost Lent already?
Again???
No religion.
It’s not religious. It’s just an opportunity to not do something for a month and a half.
That’s what my wife does.
I take a different tract: I try to give up not doing something that I really ought to be doing. Get over the inertial hump to some sort of positive action.
I can’t speak for the typical Louisianaian, but for me, Mardi Gras has nothing to do with Lent and everything to do with one giant four day party.
Mardi Gras is a state of mind.
If done properly, Mardi Gras is a mindless state.
I dunno, I’m partial to the Mardi Gras of Mamou and Lafayette, where un mardi gras is a reveler, not the parade or the season. Courir de Mardi Gras is a completely different thing than the New Orleans shindigs. Others can hang around NOLA, I suppose it’s enjoyable enough. Once was enough for me. I won’t got back to NOLA for Mardi Gras.
You haven’t lived until you’ve seen a fat Cajun chasing a chicken around someone’s front yard and falling in a ditch.
Blaise, When I first came to Louisiana I lived halfway between Vacherie and Bayou LaFourche in a not on the map place called Choupique by the locals. When answering the phone all my neighbors would say bonjour. I worked on drilling rigs in the swamps around Thibadaux with Cajuns who only spoke English when telling me what to do. After that I moved to New Roads to work on the rigs there. I have seen more than my share of drunk Cajuns.
I do go to New Orleans for Mardi Gras, but only on the Sunday before Fat Tuesday. My wife and I have kinfolk in New Orleans so it is more of a family reunion than anything else. Plus, since I have been the designated driver for over twenty years, I remember most of it.
Tiens, la Choupique. I know that area really well, it’s the back way through to Morgan City. It’s the only place I’ve ever felt at home, like I could take my English-speaking hat off and lapse into how I actually think. I have a standing offer to teach French in Abbeville.
If all goes according to plan, we will be spending Mardi Gras in Lafayette this year. We have the plane tickets for Dixie – just have to figure out the Louisiana part.
Don’t miss Mamou’s Courir de Mardi Gras, it’s completely unique. Nothing like it in the USA. The Mamou Courir starts at 9 AM. Lafayette’s parade starts at noon. It’s an hour and something to Mamou.
I get to disqualify earnest young swimmers who don’t do their backstroke turns just right at the season’s first championship swim meet. Bwahahahaha! There’s nothing like crushing the hopes and dreams of little kids.
Comment.
H, you’re that guy. I knew I recognized you from my nightmares.
It gets worse. I had to DQ my own daughter. Fortunately she took it well.
Petard.
Make the house presentable so I can have guests over again, one day.
Prep for Valentine’s Day.
Sleep, stare at the walls, visit the Plural Marriage folks on Sunday.