Three months, looking up
Three months ago at about this time of the morning, I was in the process of bugging out, heading east on I-10, somewhere in Mississippi or Alabama I'd guess.
Been back 7 weeks +.
And the big news here in Froggystan today: ROOFERS ARE HERE!
There are roofers! Here! Working on my ROOF!!
Oh my, I will be SO glad when I no longer feel like I'm in a Snuffy Smith cartoon, positioning buckets and tarps when it rains.
There's plenty more to do in my tiny plot of of one of the "did pretty well" neighborhoods in the disaster area, but this will be the bigest single relief I think.
In other news, I didn't do anything special for Thanksgiving day (though I was kindly invited to join a bunch of demolition workers downtown); but on Friday Fred (the former Governor candidate-- no, he didn't win if any long term readers of this LJ were still wondering) had a nice party in my neighborhood with good food, folks, and music.
Yesterday was the resumption of the series of music events misnamed "Nickle-A-Dance" shows at Cafe Brasil. (Actually they're totally free, but when they were inaugurated someone thought it a good idea to name the series after the early 20th century Taxi -Dance price.) Papa Don Vappie's Creole Jazz Serenaders played great music for dancers, a club full of people sitting, standing, and spilling out into the sidewalks in all directions (and a few dancing in the street). It was great to see such a large turn out! The series continues for the next 3 Sundays, 3 to 6pm, next week the Jazz Vipers, week after that Benny Grunch, then Lionel Ferbos.
Some friends of mine and I were talking about getting a band back together to start playing at a local venue again regularly. I suggested the name "Blue Tarp & the Flood Lines".
Been back 7 weeks +.
And the big news here in Froggystan today: ROOFERS ARE HERE!
There are roofers! Here! Working on my ROOF!!
Oh my, I will be SO glad when I no longer feel like I'm in a Snuffy Smith cartoon, positioning buckets and tarps when it rains.
There's plenty more to do in my tiny plot of of one of the "did pretty well" neighborhoods in the disaster area, but this will be the bigest single relief I think.
In other news, I didn't do anything special for Thanksgiving day (though I was kindly invited to join a bunch of demolition workers downtown); but on Friday Fred (the former Governor candidate-- no, he didn't win if any long term readers of this LJ were still wondering) had a nice party in my neighborhood with good food, folks, and music.
Yesterday was the resumption of the series of music events misnamed "Nickle-A-Dance" shows at Cafe Brasil. (Actually they're totally free, but when they were inaugurated someone thought it a good idea to name the series after the early 20th century Taxi -Dance price.) Papa Don Vappie's Creole Jazz Serenaders played great music for dancers, a club full of people sitting, standing, and spilling out into the sidewalks in all directions (and a few dancing in the street). It was great to see such a large turn out! The series continues for the next 3 Sundays, 3 to 6pm, next week the Jazz Vipers, week after that Benny Grunch, then Lionel Ferbos.
Some friends of mine and I were talking about getting a band back together to start playing at a local venue again regularly. I suggested the name "Blue Tarp & the Flood Lines".