Good Friday

It's Friday until Midnight, so I still have time to post this blog.  Good Friday is a state holiday in Louisiana, so my usual posting time slipped by me.

I said a couple of weeks ago that I would be finished moving by the 15th.  That's still my story, and I'm still sticking to it.  The move is over, now we're in the unpacking phase.  My wife estimates 5 years for that.  I think she's an optimist.

A few days after we finished the moving phase (around the 19th for those of you keeping score) my wife and I were sitting in the front yard (there's plenty of furniture in the front yard for sitting on) just looking at the ... crap.  She said that as soon as she can find her stuff, she's going to make a sign: "This ain't no yard sale, this ain't no junk shop."  (This ain't no foolin' around.)

Okay, I reworded that slightly to amuse myself.

Anyway, I told her to leave everything off her sign but "Yard Sale."  I actually got her laughing, which (at this point in the move) was a major accomplishment.  

I'll go down to 412 and put up a sign: Yard full of crap, 1.4 miles.  Let me know when the American Pickers get here: "Is there anything, anything AT ALL, that interests you in this yard?"  "Nope.  Not a damn thing.  But the guys from Hoarders are right behind us."

Well, it was funny at the time.  I guess you had to be there.  Then I walked out to the road and took this picture:

It doesn't really show it all.  I had to ease to my left until my wife was hidden behind the POD.  (But I'm still alive.  And married.)

I also wanted to mention this:  I ran across it on LinkedIn.  I don't know what we can do about it, but Tujaugue's is an important piece of New Orleans' history.

Please Read and Help Save Tujaugue's!  http://icont.ac/1F57c

Anyway I can retire in 688 days.  You kids stay off my lawn (for your own safety.)