The New House

After coming back from New Orleans for Christmas, I moved into my new house on January 10th.  That was the day I was getting the phone and cable/computer transferred so I figured that was as good a day as any to move both me and the cat.

I was worried about the cat.  I adopted him about in 1999 and he's only ever lived with me in the old house.  He was majorly freaked out for about the first half hour.  He got steadily better after that and is now pretty much an old hand at the place.

At the old house I had furniture I wanted to bring with me.  Then there's the furniture I no longer want and, in some cases, rather loathe.  The furniture I wanted was moved over on December 30th.  The remainder is still at the old place waiting to go to either The Salvation Army or the landfill.

I'm still bringing over small stuff.  I've gotten to the point over bringing over the awkward to haul stuff like pots and pans and things that don't fit well into boxes.  But I'm beginning to see the light at the end of the tunnel is a light and not a train.  I'm also hoping the I soon forget the annoyance of moving.

I did find one more fun thing about the new house.  Thanks to the park out back, there's the possibility of balloon landings.  I don't think this one actually landed, I think they just thought about it and decided to continue flying.

Papillon

More New Orleans

One of the places we went to eat at was Arnaud's.  According to a book I've got on being in New Orleans, it says Arnaud's was opened in 1918 and has expanded over the years into 11 buildings.  I can well believe that since we walked and walked to get to our table (we had a nice view of passersby on the street).  We all agreed the food was YUMMY!  But be prepared with either a fresh credit card or lots of cash.  It is not the $1 menu at McDonald's after all.

For dessert I had some delicious praline glace.  My older sister and BIL decided to have Bananas Foster.  Here's Ashley doing the honors.

The couple at the next table got something that also required a flambe process.  I don't recall the name, but it appeared to be a dessert-style coffee.  All in all, we had a good 10 minutes of food/drink being set on fire, deliberately.

Seguing (awkwardly) to the topic of streetcars, here's a photo taken from the inside.  I do love the color of the wood of the seats.

Another place that we saw a lot of, but I didn't go to was the Civil War Museum.  From descriptions from my sister and BIL, they have a lot of personal items from Southern combatants.  I will admit, the style of architecture is not my favorite.  Much too red.  Much, much too heavy feeling.

There were a lot of street performers in New Orleans.  My younger sister and I laughed at some unintentional irony when we were in Jackson Square.  There were some musicians putting on an impromptu performance near the cathedral and very near to a sign reading 'Quiet, church zone'.  (Or something similar.)

On Thursday the 26th, I was wandering through the French Quarter.  I heard something that sounded like 'patter'.  It turned out to be a street juggler.  He had a fun sense of humor and was enjoyable to watch.  Here he is on what used to be called a 'Bongo Board' when I was a kid.  He's also juggling with knives.  (In front of a store that sells swords)

Needless to say, I left a nice tip in his tip jar.

Papillon