Work was brutal yesterday, mainly because everyone is sick including the babies, my coworkers and myself and it was fairly slow in the restaurant. Also it was just kind of a sucky day overall with low check averages, mediocre tips and obnoxious guests. Sometimes things just don’t run as smoothly as one would like. But that’s ok, today is another day and tonight is another shift and who knows? Maybe there’ll be a Lenten miracle. I like Lent, all the seafood specials and all the drunks trying to give up drinking after the wild excess of Mardi Gras. From Ash Wednesday all the way to St Patrick’s Day, when the Lenten promises are frequently broken, New Orleans is fueled by sparkling water, blue crab and shrimp. Then onto dark Irish stouts and brisket or for the more devout, the spaghetti with breadcrumbs and the beautiful spectacle of the St Joseph Day altar.
Meanwhile my parade obsessed kids still want to play “Throw me something, Mister!” daily. They get all their throws together and I yell for them and they throw them to me. Then Max will switch roles from float rider to the marching band with his trumpet and it is so incredibly adorable.
Here’s hoping for some harmonic convergence at work tonight. I don’t really know what that’s supposed to mean, technically. But it sounds about right for what I’m looking for; the stars aligning for the good of this evening. All right, y’all, love, peace and chicken grease.
Yesterday was a day off. We went to City Park and the weather was beautiful and the babies were running around having a great time. I was just taking it in and I just wanted to consume the day, and keep it forever somehow and hold it tight. We had a little picnic and looked at the ducks. Winter in New Orleans is amazing. Little children are amazing, too.
Tonight was my Friday! This work week (really weekend) was long and I am pleased as punch to spend some time with my babies. I hope my days off are peaceful, loving and happy. Max has the dentist tomorrow though which is not a great start but I’m sure we’ll make it through just fine.
I love Couturie Forest. It is so beautiful and serene and I love climbing up the big old man made hill that is the highest point in New Orleans. The water is pretty and you can see all sorts of birds. My three year old decided that it was Reggie’s home (Reggie is his friend the monster) which is not surprising because he has told me that Reggie lives in the dark dark woods. We had a picnic in a field and hiked through the trees. The kids enjoyed themselves, running around and picking up sticks to throw in the water. Max did ask to go to a park with a slide once or twice, though.
We saw a little kid with aquamarine hair collecting snail shells on a picnic table with his interesting parents and they all looked happy. The air was sweet and the sunlight was soft and dappled through the trees.
Couturie Forest definitely makes the list of Enchanted Places. I want to go back soon.