Today's big "adventure" was walking to the mail/paper box and back.

Other than that, I didn't leave the house. It was cold.

I'm assuming my neighbors have returned from their long weekend--I heard big vehicle noises, and then the dog started barking. When I went out to get cat food from from my car I could see they were back.

The cat food was in my car because I hadn't taken it in after buying it on my most recent trip to WalMart. I didn't need it till today, so I just left it there.

I talked to the septic tank guy this morning and he'll be out on Wednesday. (The world stops for Mardi Gras, unless it's something life or death.) The septic tank thing is a real "oh shit," literally.

Actually, I don't smell anything particular in the garage where I think the toilet backed up.

Never a dull moment.

The cats ate together again today. Obviously, CC has accepted the "new kid" as part of the pride.

(Among lions, the females are the hunters, while the males hang back and babysit the kids.

That's the price they pay for the gorgeous manes.)

This evening's news showed the Zulu king and his consort (happens to be his daughter this year) coming ashore to "get ready" for tomorrow. Rex also arrived--masked.

It's not a great night for parades (cold) but that won't deter anyone.

In 1967 Stacie was only about four months old and Carnival came relatively early. We costumed as Purple People, with all of us wearing purple jump siuts, and helmets with tiny horns. That way we could wear sweatshirts underneath if it was cold. I lined Stacie's with flannelette, and dyed a baby blanket purple for her stroller.

(I think that was the time I nursed her sitting on the floor of a hotel ladies' room. And getting some strange looks. Times have certainly changed for the better! Stacie nursed Anna once in her seat at a Saints game. It's all families in our area, and no one gave it a second thought.)

It's cold again--that means I'll have the big black furry heating pad to keep me warm.