high school coach extraordinaire at Archbishop Blenk weathered the storm, but just barely. Families and faculty jumped ship right and left. It's hard to say goodbye to Blenk, but I'm sure he will help craft the new school into a great place to learn, and play. Here he is teaching the girlie to high jump. More on him later.
The Riverwalk is looking good. We happened to be on it as a big thunderstorm rolled up the mighty Mississippi. On our way to the Aquarium on the 4th.
I love the Sea Dragons. They would be Seussian, if they weren't so beautiful.
For Tommy, who knew that this Moon Jelly would be a beautiful picture. And having grown up in Hampton Roads, off the Bay, I can tell you that their sting hurts like the dickens!
A face only a mother could love. We learned from the Crocodile Hunter, who we miss very much, bless him, that the albino gators can't survive in the wild because they can't camoflage. I'm thinking that must be why there are white gators in the Aquarium and the Zoo. Go ahead ask me how many times I've been to both.
The Lovely Jack and I had a rare date. It was embarrassing to realize that our last date may have been when we were there at Christmas. Even better, it was a lunch date, and Jack allowed himself to be dragged to the yarn store. After all, I needed a crochet hook. Who goes away without their notions bag? And, if you are looking for great, real New Orleans food, go here
It's called Ignatius, and it's on Magazine street. I recommend the Roast Beef Po Boy and the Chicken and Sausage Gumbo. Trust me, you haven't lived till you stuff your self full of that good cooking. Yum!
We went to the very lovely Garden District Needlework Shop
and met Diana Johnson, who was kind enough to spend lots of time sharing with me the joys (and down and dirty details) of owning a yarn shop.