It’s something my father would jokingly quote from time to time for no apparent reason. I would wager a guess that my three oldest children still recall hearing him say it. I wish he were here now so I could ask him where he first heard that phrase and why it came to his mind so often. It was just something Daddy said, we accepted it; and while I can’t speak for my siblings, I was even amused by it.
I was so excited about and inspired by the appearance of the great horned owl nesting in the oak tree at Camp Dularge last weekend, that I decided to take photos of the flowers that are still blooming despite temperatures that have dropped close to freezing a couple times already.
It’s a Sunday morning, a very still, quiet morning–the morning after the New Orleans Saints won a playoff victory while tens of thousands of Who Dat Nationals chanted and cheer them on. They must have chanted well into the night, as indicated by the absence of Who Datters posting on the ever-popular social networking web site, Facebook.
It’s the end of another year, and I find myself sitting here at loose ends–so many things I should have gotten done in 2011 and did not, for whatever reasons. As time goes, it’s just another Saturday, but the fact that it’s the last Saturday of the year puts an undue pressure on me to get up and get something done. I started on Chapter 10 of the Adventures of Bayou Woman, but it’s not flowing, so I know it’s not the time to start a new chapter.
For days after my first crew boat excursion, all I could think about were the mysteries that lie beyond the mouth of Bayou Grand Caillou in that vast ocean called the Gulf of Mexico. Previously, those were just words on the map sitting below Louisiana, between Florida and Texas. Now, those words denoted a real…
In case you’re thinking that’s where Santa stays, think again. The Jolly Inn is a local, old-time dance hall in Houma, Louisiana, where you might find yourself having a jolly old time, if you just let your hair down and let your feet fly! That is exactly what Lil Sis and I did on one of her recent trips down the bayou.