It is 3 days after Mardi Gras. Mobile, Alabama has a big Mardi Gras culture. It’s not the biggest Mardi Gras, but it was the first. I do not Mardi Gras. I come from a little town in Florida that did not Mardi Gras. If you’re not in one of the Mardi Gras organizations with their balls and stuff the only thing really to do is go downtown and stand in the cold and rain to catch cheap ass shit. I do not do crowds. At all.
But, that said, back in the day when my older kids were in early school years we got the first three days of this week out every year. Mobile is a very Catholic city so all three because they knew no one would show up on any of those days. Now we get the whole week out. Again, because most people won’t show up. It’s an early spring break and we still get a spring break. It’s nice. We live on the west side of Mobile, far away from the crowds. For a day or two you can actually go out and not deal with traffic and maybe watch a movie in peace. As long as you don’t try to travel downtown or go across the bay from Friday night to Tuesday night when Mardi Gras is at it’s peak, then you’re golden.
Lesson learned the hard way on that, believe me.
We went across the bay on Wednesday. It was a nice sunny, warm almost spring like day.
And here we are, Friday, and it’s cold, and rainy, and dreary. Aubrey is off with friends. I sent the husband and Alaina to Walmart. I have to start working on taxes. Stuff… so much stuff. I was not included in that WSJ football article. It was about Susan Elizabeth Phillips. Why even contact me? I don’t know. I wasn’t mentioned with other authors who also write football. Honestly, it shouldn’t bug me, but it does. It’s like I was judged not worthy… and that’s all I’m going to say on the subject now.
Monday we go back to the grind. The husband back to work. Aubrey back to school. Next day out is Spring Break at the end of April. Seniors usually have their final day shortly after. Graduation is May 13th. My last baby will be grown. It’s hitting hard. No more school, college next year, they’re choosing to live at home. We’re not that far from campus. They don’t want to leave their dog. Guess it’s hard for them too. Ready to go, but not quite yet ready to fly.
Heavy… I know. I’m sorry. I have other things that happened this week that I won’t talk about. So much that I don’t talk about. It’s been… bittersweet.
Anyway, I hope this finds you well. I’m absolutely ready for spring. I’m tired of dreary. But I am no where near ready for summer. I like heat less than I like cold. Anyway….
Peace,
Mercy
