Summer, By The Numbers

Yesterday, Lithus and I moved again. Luckily, this time it was just across the parking lot from one cabin to another, so we didn't have to pack as tightly as if we were flying but nonetheless ~ everything has to get packed up and moved. Which got us thinking about how many times we've had to pack up and move this summer. Starting in May...

1. Anchorage to Fairbanks apartment
2. Fairbanks apartment to Fairbanks hotel
3. Fairbanks hotel to Manley Hot Springs
4. Manley Hot Springs to Fairbanks hotel
5. Fairbanks hotel to Anchorage apartment
6. Anchorage to Portland
7. Portland to Nevada
8. Nevada to Sacramento
9. Sacramento to Tuscon
10. Tuscon to Alamagordo hotel one
11. Alamagordo hotel one to Alamagordo hotel two
12. Alamagordo hotel two to Tuscon
13. Tuscon to New Orleans hotel
14. New Orleans hotel to Sandpoint
15. Sandpoint to Priest Lake hotel, room one
16. Priest Lake, room one to Priest Lake, room two
17. Room two to New Orleans hotel
18. New Orleans hotel to New Orleans apartment
19. New Orleans apartment to Priest Lake hotel, room one
20. Priest Lake hotel, room one to Priest Lake cabin one
21. Priest Lake cabin one to Priest Lake cabin two.

Which brings us current. This doesn't include the numerous times we spent a night or two away from base, but didn't have to lug everything with us. We don't unpack often. This time, though, here in Priest Lake cabin two, we are scheduled to be here through October. That's six whole weeks. Possibly eight. We are saying radical things like "we might unpack" and "want to buy a Halloween decoration?" I know; we're getting crazy. Still...six whole weeks...

But It Can Also Be Done This Way...

My last post was about how Lithus and I celebrated Southern Decadence. But that was hardly the only way to celebrate it. We had to run to the grocery store and ended up attending the Southern Decadence Parade. You gotta love a town where a trip to the grocery store results in this...

Southern Decadence, Pobble Style

In spite of Tropical Storm Lee, it is still Southern Decadence down here in New Orleans. Nothing stops the party. However, while Lithus and I both enjoy a good drink and relish decadence, Southern or otherwise, there are times when it is prudent to keep one's head down and stay out of the way. Torrential rains combined with drunken revelers is one of those times.

We do, however, live directly above ~ as in share the building with and can look down at the diners of ~ a wonderful restaurant here in the French Quarter. Live jazz is drifting through our open French doors and we are sprawled on our bed eating an exotic cheese plate, bacon ice cream sundaes, pistachio gelato infused with honey and saffron, and sipping on tawny ports.

Welcome to New Orleans. Southern decadence, indeed.