Today we leave Westhoff to become Texans. Sort of. You can’t really become a Texan – at least not in the eyes of a true Texan, unless your Texas born, or so I’ve been told many times. We’ll just be pretend Texans who live here year round.
We’ll drop the RV (hopefully on purpose this time) at Hidden Valley for safe keeping with Terri and then head to Livingston. To be honest, I’m still an Oregonian in my heart, but my body is in Texas, so it’s to Texas that I owe my taxes. Hopefully we can
We’ll get on it early Tuesday and hope to leave Texas on Wednesday morning.
Wednesday it’s off to New Orleans (I’ve never been) for a four-day holiday stay, a gift from my cousin to join her and her husband for a grand celebration of Thanksgiving and birthdays past and present!
We’re staying in The Moteleone Hotel.
As far as I know, it isn’t haunted.
They say this was the favorite New Orleans Hotel of Earnest Hemingway and Tennessee Williams and William Faulkner.
They don’t say that staying there makes you a better writer, though; that’s kind of sad.
I look forward to lots of Blues and Jazz and swamp rides and all the new sights and sounds of New Orleans; and of course, eating an alligator (maybe just a sample). Heidi’s son volunteered in New Orleans after Hurricane Katrina. He’s insists that we have a plate of gator or maybe a pie or a stew or some soup.
Alligator stew, alligator stew,
If I don’t get some I don’t know what I’ll do.
Give away my furry hat, give away my shoe,
But don’t give away my alligator stew.
Alligator soup, alligator soup,
If I don’t get some I think I’m gonna droop.
Give away my hockey stick, give away my hoop,
But don’t give away my alligator soup.
~ Dennis Lee
To tell the truth, I’m not all that keen on eating reptiles. I’ve had frog legs which I liked, but I was only 5 and my sister told me it was chicken. Apparently I’d eat anything if I thought it was chicken. Maybe I’ll tell myself that the alligator is chicken and see if it helps.
No, he said to watch out for alligators. They aren’t like your Texas speed bumps (armadillos).
You hit one of them on the road and they can seriously mess up your alignment.
We’ll be extra careful. I’m not sure the poor truck can take a lot more messing up. (Story to follow at a later date.)
From Louisiana, it’s back to the holding tank to wait for a new assignment.
Since I won’t have my laptop, I wanted to wish you a wonderful Thanksgiving.
I found this short clip of gratitude quotes I thought some of you might enjoy.
I would maintain that thanks are the highest form of thought, and that gratitude is happiness doubled by wonder. ~ G.K. Chesterton