I'm getting to where I'm a bit superstitious--if I have a world wide anxiety attack, then it won't happen?
I have obvious anxiety issues, folks. And as I told a friend privately, I'm having an especially difficult time with my daughter at this age--and it's not so much because of her, as it is my own life at her age. We relive our lives at every stage of our children's growth, and mine was especially ugly at my daughter's age.
I had terrible judgement, and a lot of bad things happened to me as a result.
But I'm happy to report, she came home, and she is sober--she's militantly anti-drug and drink, so I'm blessed in that regard.
And oh yes, I do still love my city, and I will continue to sing her praises. I will say that if you don't know the city, and which spots are hot spots for danger--buy a ticket for a seat in the reviewing stands for the parades.
The krewes throw generously, and although nothing guarantees anyone's safety, anywhere, that would be the place I'd suggest to my friends to be--unless they were privy to a private party along the route.
And for those who have been through the party mill of Mardi Gras, then you know--by the time Fat Tuesday rolls around? You are actually ready to take it easy.
I spent my day reading about the Gods, m'self.
My daughter just might grow up before I do.
Thank you all, and continue prayers, especially for that baby.
I don't know what's gone wrong here, but please know such violence is rare enough at parades to shock even us native veterans of The Greatest Free Show on Earth.
New Orleans has had problems, but we're working hard to overcome them.
Thanks for holding my hand.
And I do trust my daughter.
It's just the rest of the world...
*shaking my head*
She's just too damned beautiful.