On Gravier Street

Every building in NOLA is historical. I've never seen so many plaques on so many buildings anywhere ~ and I lived in Boston. Usually, I do an almost subconscious scan of them and move on. Until one catches my eye...

Lithus

On most gigs, Lithus is out on the side of some mountain, or out in the bush, or even somewhere swampy ~ in other words, remote. Helicopters, after all, go places cars and people can't go easily, or at all. This past week, though, we got lucky. He was working right outside. Literally, just across the street.

It was so incredibly cool to just walk through the apartment complex and watch him do what he does.

But how close is he, really? He's this close. Note the window screen, because I'm standing in our living room.

He's inside the red squiggle

Halloween, NOLA Style

Although we were (are) on the road for Halloween itself, we were home on the 26th ~ the night New Orleans decided to celebrate the holiday in a big way. And because it's New Orleans, that means a parade. The Krewe of Boo rolled for the first time in a couple of years. (Note, the pictures aren't that good; next parade, I'm leaving my phone at home and just taking my camera.)

Voodoo Doll

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Just Keep On Living

Lithus and I are back in Richfield, Utah. On Tuesday night, after we got back into town, we went to the store. Picked up basic groceries, but also pumpkins for carving and cooking, a couple little decorations, ingredients for Samhain dinner, and candies to give out, just in case the apartments where we're staying had trick or treaters. As we were loading up the car, he said how much he appreciates that, no matter where we are, we keep living our lives. Nothing gets put on hold. Nothing gets put off. We shop and decorate and celebrate and live our lives ~ wherever we are.

I think that's part of what makes our lifestyle work. Sometimes our celebrations are less elaborate than they might be if we were at home (remember last year, when Halloween took place here?), but they always happen, regardless. We are masters at finding the one restaurant that is serving on Thanksgiving or Christmas. Our first date was over Thanksgiving, and we enjoyed quite a spread at the hotel in Suffolk, so this flexibility has always been a part of us. Birthdays, holidays, anniversaries, random Tuesdays...they all get acknowledged, in the moment, to the best of our abilities.

Life on the road is just that: life. Not life delayed or life interrupted or life postponed until a better time. Just...life.