This and That

*%#@&#!! (Roughly translated, that means "golly woolie-boogers, dang it.") I had another post almost completely written, and I decided to tweak my words a bit, and Blogger decided to take the whole bottom half of what I had written. A quiet little voice told me I ought to save what I had written in Word, but did I listen to that quiet little voice? No! When will I ever learn?! I will try to reconstruct the moment sometime later.

Now, about those boody shots....I don't go looking for them! They just seem to come to me. I can't explain it any better than that. Actually, now that I think about it, the compulsion probably runs in my genes. There is a steady procession of booty shots in our Christmas photos from my childhood. You know, someone bends over to get a present from under the tree to hand to someone and someone else thinks it would be so cute to get a picture of Aunt Gertie's hind end up in the air -- a posterior photo for posterity, so to speak.

Thank you all for your encouraging comments lately. I have been shouldering a lot of burdens for some time now, and I have tried to do it in a healthy manner, but it does get tiring at times. On a personal level, the aftermath of the hurricane has been difficult for me because the outer, physical turmoil and uncertainty and disarray mirror (and magnify) my inner turmoil and uncertainty and disarray.

On a brighter note, I had no idea so many of you would appreciate seeing a parade without getting out from in front of your computer monitors! I suppose next year I will have to go wired for sound so that you can hear the Cajun music coming from this float....

or hear the chug-chug of this John Deere tractor (We used to have one, ya know)....