Appearing in picture three: a little painting by Steven Weissman of Sweet Chubby Cheeks; a picture of me kissing Sally on the cheek; a photo of Marsh & Daphne of the Overnight Lows at their wedding; plaster bust of Elvis Aron Presley—cast somewhere in the Delta—a birthday present from jp!.
Side note: The Clarion-Ledger looks at the damage caused to the works of Walter Anderson.
If that Elvis bust isn’t made of butter, it should be.
Tears of joy were shed in the Calla Manor when our a.c. came on, six days later.
That is SO CRUMMY about Walter Anderson’s stuff.
i feel like i’m stupidly pointing fingers, but couldn’t the andersons have secured all that stuff a little better? they put originals down in a concrete vault onsite?? i know that no one really thought the surge would have been as bad as it evidently was (and i have friends in gautier who had 6 feet of water in their houses which are MILES away from the water), but shit, man! love him or hate him, walter and his work is a state treasure and should have been protected as such.
the ohr folks put his stuff in an earthquake-proof vault for every storm. and it’s all still there.
just saying. it’s kinda embarrassing.
dangit. rambling pointlessly again. awesome pics, gorj.
that elvis bust was carved from the ivory tears of a pawn shop owner in Clarksdale, MS.
it also tastes chalky.
Nice pictures, sir, but being a stickler for things like math and details, I would like to point out that when your power, Calla and gorjus, goes out on a Monday afternoon and then is turned on Friday afternoon that you, in fact, were without power for four days, not six.
Now when your power goes out on Monday afternoon at 2:37, and it is not restored until 6:43PM on the following Monday, such as Sally and myself, you are in fact without power for 7 days and 4 hours and 6 minutes.
Not that I am busting anyone’s chops. You did feed us pizza on a very emotionally fragile and totally defeated by the man and his electricity that we couldn’t have, day. I can’t thank you enough for that. That, quite possibly, was the best beer and frozen pizza I have ever had!
WAITAMINNIT. Mine didn’t come back on until SATURDAY. So, that’s 5 days? I’m not good at math.
Um, HELL. I knew that somebody would get me on this! And, to be honest, I couldn’t remember when it came back on. So—man! Are you sure I wasn’t at least five?
monday to tuesday = 1 day
tuesday to wednesday = 2 day
wednesday to thursday = 3 day
See where I am going?
thursday to Friday =4 day
Clearly, the title should read “Katrina, Day Four; or, Gorjus Hearts Electricity.” Are you the same person who was claiming that electricity, refrigeration, or ice were stupid on Sunday before the storm?
And Calla, I have on good authority from your next door neighbor, who sits 7 feet away from me, that their power was turned on on Friday.
La Federala and I are in the 1 week club with larry and sally!
By the way, Calla, your next door neighbor was actually wrong about it being Friday. Not that ANYONE CARES, LARRY.
My next door neighbor is a LIAR. Because it came back on the day of my birthday, which was SATURDAY. But, as Sally points out, who gives a shit? My house is now cool with functioning lights and all is right as rain.
Hee. It FELT like sixty days. Although I have now changed my whim-wham to reflect that, apparently, I was only electricity-deprived for four days.
And, as the Boy That Does Not Use Ice, that was the last thing that bothered me. I don’t really need lights, either. I shure do need a) air conditioning (but not necessarily in the car—I went without that for 13 years) and b) internets. That is all.
Sorry. Your neighbor must drink a lot. My wife didn’t bother to write anything on her day off, and I got bored and obsessed.