Between holidays; thats what today is. It's December 26th, the day after Giftpig Day. The Giftpig gifts that were all wrapped up have all been opened, evaluated as to whether they're "keepers", and the little piggies' appetites are all whetted for the time being. But the traffic at the malls and stores are still horrendous; those giftpig shoppers are trying to snap up After Giftpig Day bargains.

Ugh.

We got up this morning around 10:00 AM. Kind of a cool morning, but the kind of day I like in south Louisiana around this time of the year. It can actually be tolerable; cool and little or no humidity. We've been putting off getting the donations out to the NO/Aids Task Force for a little while, but since its the end of the year and the organization really needs the donation, it was just time to do it. First order of business was to get to the post office to buy the money orders ( no checking account yet for the Grizzlies...thats another time and chore), but the post office was closed as today was a federal holiday. So, Winn Dixie was the next best stop for the money orders. No biggie.

Since we were out doing Grizzlies business, we figured it was time to get a P.O. Box. Again, since the post office was closed, that option was eliminated, but I don't think it was a realistic one anyway as since the Katrina disaster you really can't find post office boxes at the post office these days. Fortunately, there's a UPS Store right near us that had boxes available for $10 a month, so we wound up there,went ahead and got the box for a six month period. We can gauge the mail volume during that time and see if we really do need it, but I think we will no matter what.

Small steps, but eventually we'll get there.

Always between something it seems.

Well...I look at other people's blogs and wonder if mine can be any more boring.

I think the answer is...no.

Too much has happened since the last entry. Katrina & Rita; do those names mean anything? For those of us that rode out those terrible winds of summer 2005 here in south Louisiana, and then had to survive the aftermath of the last several months, it will be years before most of us can sleep more easily at night when the winds begin to rise and howl in the dark during the summer. Maybe as time passes and the nightmares fade, we might be able to recoup,rebuild and come close to where we were before August 29,2005.

Last Saturday night, I donned my little red suit and played St. Nick for a fundraiser. Had a few beers ( I wasn't driving....), and rode home with Hanley. Right before we made the final turn to the house, we saw something scoot across the highway between us and the car we were following. It turned out to be a plastic bag, but it made us look to the right. There was a car; very freshly wrecked and lying crushed on its roof. Hanley slammed on his brakes; I immediately lept for the Trailblazer, jumped the ditch, and ran to the wrecked car to see if I could help. As I ran, I heard someone else running alongside me; I glanced over to see a stranger running alongside me while dialing 911 on his cellphone, but also eyeing me with a funny look. The two of us reached the vehicle; I leaned down but couldn't see anyone in the car at first but since I couldn't see the passenger side. So, I ran to the other side. At that point, I noticed another man standing io the driveway of the house where the car had landed upside down. He too was eyeing me with an odd look. And thats when it dawned on me; how many times do you wreck a car and Santa comes to help?

In short order, after he recovered from the shock of First Responder Claus in his driveway, the homeowner pointed to a younger guy who was staggering nearby and said that he was the driver of the car, and as bad as it looked, the driver had actually walked away from the wreck without a scratch.

As things looked under control, we hopped in the Trailblazer and headed home.

It's already March... time is flying so fast.
The first week of the month is already gone. Next week....the first two days are in the office,then off to New Orleans for the last three days for our annual conference. Then the next week,we fly to New York to see my niece perform at Carnegie Hall. (Sounds like an old joke, doesn't it?)

Already March...we didn't even have a winter to speak of this year.
Since January we've been going back and forth between the central a/c and the heater. One day you need the heat, and the next the air; no wonder everyone is sick all the time.
Let's see....we went to Lafayette for the weekend.
LA DA DEE!

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