One day down, six to go.
It’s a marathon, not a sprint–truer words have never been spoken about our quaint little celebration know as Carnival. Perhaps you’ve heard of it?
Last night the Nyx parade was shortened because of a tragic accident; if you want, you can read more about it here. My condolences to everyone from the victim’s family and friends to the witnesses and to the krewe itself. What a horrible, sad tragedy.
Although it’s surprising, really, that there aren’t more accidents and injuries during parades, particularly in Uptown, where people can get right up to the floats in their quest for throws. For that matter, I’m always surprised more balconies in the Quarter don’t collapse, given how many people crowd out onto them during Carnival and other events in the Quarter.
It’s been raining off and on overnight–it’s gray outside my windows this morning and everything is wet–so I’m not sure how that will effect tonight’s parades; there are supposed to be three, culminating in Muses.
So yesterday–and today, because of said Carnival parades, I’ve had to get up earlier than usual and go into the office earlier, so I can get home before the streets close and there’s still parking within a mile of the Lost Apartment. Yesterday was a rather weird day for me, definitely not routine; I went to work early, got off early, stopped at the grocery store, came home, found parking ON MY BLOCK, put everything away, went to the gym and then came home and showered, preparatory to the parades.
I had literally no idea what day it was most of the day; which is the effect of Carnival, and part of its charm. You have no choice but to disrupt your routine and spend all of your free time on the side of the street with your neighbors and a variety of strangers trying to catch things thrown from a moving float. It’s fun and festive and fosters a sense of community here I’ve never experienced anywhere else I’ve ever lived, and it bonds New Orleanians together in a way that doesn’t happen elsewhere.
I am a bit tired this morning–I wound up going to bed much later than I intended to, and of course, will be going to bed late again tonight. Tomorrow I am going to go to the gym, run some errands, and then I have to walk to the Quarter to do outreach before walking home during the parades tomorrow night. It’ll be great exercise, and I am sure my legs will be horribly sore on Saturday morning for Iris.
I also, obviously, didn’t get any writing done yesterday; probably won’t today, either, but it’s fine. I’m thinking about what I am going to be writing next–it’s insane to me that I have so many balls in the air that I can’t seem to focus on just one–but once I get finished with outreach tomorrow, I don’t have to work again until Ash Wednesday, so there’s plenty of time for me to get things done.
At least, I am hoping so, at any rate.
And on that note, I am heading back into the spice mines. Y’all have a lovely day.