Thursday, January 17, 2002

Today just seemed to blow by. Got up, did the usual morning things, (checked to see how I looked in the webcam... bwahahaha!). Had a pleasant chat with the neighbors, Robert and Raymond... all our backyards abut; we just walk into the yard, through a gate and there we are. There were a bunch of e-mails; I had promised a batch of airport pics to my friend Davo, in Australia. (He loves air travel and I often take pics while I am traveling of the airports and planes to send to him.) Dave is also the consumate journalist. I have asked him to let me post just a bit of his daily memoir so you can see what a really well written journal looks like.

I've been working on the site; added a java script to the cam site. I couldn't write a java script to save my life, but I am finally learning a bit of how they work and how to use them. The images now fade from one to the next and I have my lil logo at the bottom of the frame. Not dramatic I guess, but I like learning this stuff and every little bit interests me.

Finally got out of the house and on the way to the corner drug store I ran across this oddity:

Oddity


You have to realize that people decorate their houses in New Orleans for Mardi Gras. Often the red and green come off, and the purple, green and gold go on over the same lights. This lil plastic baby was odd, it was just on the rail all by itself. It had been there for a few days, but today I noticed that someone had decorated it a bit.

I have mentioned the neighborhood store on the message board a few times. Here's a picture of it.

It's pronounced "Row-Bears", French, you know.


Found my tuxedo shirt... It was looking very dingy... Found some miracle stain remover stuff and then ran it through the wash. It'll pass; a few extra Mardi Gras beads and no one will think to check the neckline. Have you ever ironed a pleated front tux shirt? It's not too hard after the first 20 or 30 tries; I hardly have to think about it while I'm doing it now.

Not exactly a major day, but there's always something...

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