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Hurry Up and Wait

By New Orleans Sojourn

Today’s been another sittin’ day. I have these days — even in New Orleans — when there’s just not much going on. Hard to believe I know.

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It’s not really the sittin’ that bothers me, it’s the waiting for something to get me off my chair so I can get this show on the road and back to work on my “tarpestries” that gets old. (I’ve decided that’s a good name for what the tarps picadas have evolved into.) So I doodle.

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Meanwhile, I got word I’ve been given another traffic box (or boxes — not sure if I get both — I hope so though) in Boise in my neighborhood. Yay!!

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I want to do a tarpestry for my design so I’ve been doodling ideas for that.

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I want to combine the motifs of the “walking man” and the “stopping hand” with the ethnic influences in my neighborhood. It should be fun and I’m looking forward to getting started.

But for now I guess I’ll just hurry up and wait.

Holy Cheeses

By New Orleans Sojourn

March 19th was St. Joseph’s Day (that’s Jesus’ foster father in case you’ve forgotten) which meant it was time to celebrate with altars, music, and food — because that’s just the way we roll in this town.

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We visited St. Stephen’s on Napoleon and were able to admire the altar up close because the masses were outside listening to an Italian band from Metarie play while they dined on free spaghetti, mirliton, catfish, and piles of fig and sesame cookies.

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Church members contributed foods (which are donated to the hungry after the celebration) like breads, and cakes and cookies which they had baked, and then the altar table was curated and arranged so everyone’s hard work was shown off properly.

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There were some very imaginative contributions like these St. Lucy’s eyes, and the sesame seed sandals:

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but my favorite, was the generous sprinkling throughout the altar of Kraft Parmesan Cheeses, personalized with the St. Joseph and baby Jesus Holy cards.

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Holy Cheeses.

Only in New Orleans

By New Orleans Sojourn

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Only in New Orleans are you likely to run into a gang of Indians promenading down the middle of the street past the cemetery on Sunday afternoon.

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A gang of Indians, followed by their bone-yard back-up band.

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Only in New Orleans would you decide to set up your grill and have a picnic by the cemetery while you watch the Indians and their back-up bands promenade past.

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Or decide to dress up like a Baby Doll and dance in the street to the music blasting from the impromtu DJ set up on the coardner. Yes, I said coardner.

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Only in New Orleans would your neighbor host an “Improbable Cafe” most Friday nights, where you could just drop by and learn to play dominos.

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Or would that neighbor be Rebecca Rebouche, a rising star in the visual arts with a generous spirit — willing to talk strategy about MY artwork — on the coardner, around sunset.

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Only in New Orleans do your friends become art imitating life — or is it the other way around? — with such colorful results.

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Only in New Orleans do you look at a house like this one…

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and think “if that house were mine, that kudzu would really cut down on the exterior surface I’d have to paint.”

Kidding.

No, only in New Orleans do you think “with a little TLC I could have that house looking like this house in no time….” (Oh yes I could.)

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Only in New Orleans do I feel so completely at home that I often catch myself thinking — “What a wonderful world!”

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Sittin’ and Eatin’ in the Big Easy

By New Orleans Sojourn

No question that living in New Orleans is easy. We’ve had several days of warm weather with crashing thunder storms which make staying home with the pups a tempting alternative to playing the tourist.

As I write I have Snug and Lula cuddled up next to me on my right:

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and Sirius, anticipating the next clap of thunder, on my left.

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I’m working on “being here now” and not rushing mindlessly through our time in New Orleans, or spending too much mental effort wishing for future outcomes I have no control over — like hooking up my tarps with an appropriate venue for showing them. I’ve done all I can for now, short of just hanging the tarps on the block and having a street party.

Damn, I wish I hadn’t just thought of that!

What I’m trying to say is — I’m spending a lot of time sitting. And eating.

Cafe au Lait and Maple Sriracha and Almond Joy donuts at District Donut:

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Carne Asada tacos with cebollitas from Taqueria Corona:

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Fully dressed oyster poboy at Parkway Bakery & Tavern:

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I didn’t eat all that in one day. But I could have. The eatin’ in New Orleans is easy!

And, lest you think I’m spending all my time sitting and eating, you’ll be glad to know I’m also having fun photographing the Mardi Gras beads which are still hanging everywhere.

I’ve decided to do a series on Instagram and call it #Festooned. Here’s a taste…

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Ok y’all, bye-bye for now, it’s time for Elevenses!

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