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this morning i had to wait around in mrs pam's (awesome totally new orleans shotgun) apartment until the weather passed and the tornado warnings were no longer in effect (it only took 2 hours, to give you an idea of the weather here in louisiana).
i drove home under gorgeous blue skies until traffic came to a dead stop for about an hour. i never even saw the accident, but between new orleans and lafayette there are stretches of bridge with no exits or crossovers for miles an dmiles, so when any little thing happens it becomes a huge roadblock.
yep. felt very familiar, reminded me of many a childhood incident.



this run in new orleans was great.
despite having missed the beginning of the demolition of mrs. virgin's house, i ended up getting a lot done.
after the maple leaf night, i slept later than i wanted to and after running some errands i made just enough wrong turns and inefficient route choices that i didn't have time to go all the way to chalmette before i was gonna meet mom and malakai for lunch.
she was going to be working during all saints day next week, so she wanted to come put flowers on the family grave.

that's really what convinced me not to be anal about mrs virgin's,
cause i've always loved the cemeteries, and have never been with my mom to the grave. her grandparents and uncles and two aunts that i grew up with are buried there.
you can put up to 50 people in one 6ft plot. you just keep putting them on top of each other and they drop down and as they decay they just become part of the marsh underneath. cool, eh?


then we went to lunch, and by the time i got to mrs virgin's it was about 4pm, and they were well under way (although they only started working at 3:15, it is just avery quick process.)
here's what her house looked like 2 days ago.

this is what it looked like when i got there.



the whole neighborhood--out to watch
(there are only 2 or 3 families on the bloack)