Growing up in New Orleans, my grand mother’s house was unique– it was the only house on the block that had a driveway and a garage. The 3000 block of Iberville Street on one side is the back of Warren Easton high school and on the other side is a row of double shotgun houses. (A shot gun house is arranged room after room after room with no hall ways. You go through each room to reach the next room. It is said that if you fire a shotgun in through the front doorway, the bullet will pass all the way through and out the back door without ever hitting a wall.) My grand mother’s house appeared from the street as a single shot gun house with a driveway, though like the other homes on the block it was actually a two family dwelling, with a front and a rear apartment. A while back I looked for it on Google earth and was pleased to see that the current owners have restored it and have it looking like the classic New Orleans dwelling it is.
It seems to me that my days as a member of various organizations is all very much in the past for me. I’ve come to realize that I really am kind of a lone ranger. While I love to collaborate and work with others, I really am most comfortable setting my own agenda and doing my own thing. I have been realizing however, that I have this month been largely vacationing from this blog in August. It’s funny, really, I haven’t been out of town or offline or anything. I just haven’t felt like writing blog posts each day and so I haven’t. I am hoping that as we slip over into September I will soon get back in the habit of daily blogging, and thus get my Empire Avenue scores back up. (Day after day, the market maker keeps pushing me down fifty to eighty cents each morning.) Now that it is fall I am also hoping to get started on my long delayed updating of Walking Down The Avenue.
Gratitude is not an easy thing for me to write about. Actually, I am very grateful for the many blessings I have in my life. I know that I am fortunate to have a roof over my head and food in my belly. I am also grateful for the insulin and other medications I have which mostly keep me going. And I am most grateful of all for my beloved huzband, who loves and cares for me. I think being loved and cared for is probably the most important thing for everyone. My thanks today to Vince Perriello who suggested today’s three words. Got three words? Please leave them for me in a comment and I will be sure to credit you when I use them.