July 2 - We're thinking of spending another day in New Orleans and heading back down to Grand Isle on Sunday. The weather is still stormy. People keep reminding me that rough waters are good because it is breaking up the oil. I worry, though, about oil getting into some of the nesting grounds. Maybe we'll have more pelicans and turtles to clean once we get back.
We spent the day on Bourbon Street. The scenery is so historic. I loved it. We walked by lots of strip clubs, so I can imagine how wild it gets at night. We got to listen to lots of street musicians.
Bear and I took a walk after dinner. It was nice to have alone time with him. We haven't been able to do any star gazing, as the skies at night are overcast. We may not be able to at all being we're on the coast. The elders have spent each night passing on some of the legends Bear grew up with in Warm Springs. Devon's dad even told some of his own. It's funny how they have the same legends but different twists. I love night time when
I feel like a Native American. I love the people I'm with.
July 3 - Decided to blog while I have a chance, being we'll be heading back down to Grand Isle tomorrow, where we don't have access to wireless
internet unless we go to a restaurant that has it. That doesn't look likely to happen, being some of the folks got up early this morning and went grocery shopping for the week. We're all back in Bourbon Street today. It is one big party atmosphere, being it's a weekend with Independence Day tomorrow. Everyone seems to be celebrating already. The streets are jam packed. I wonder whether this is what Mardi Gras looks like. Bear, Devon and I separated from the rest of the folks. They're listening to the street musicians. We're in a restaurant for lunch. I ordered baby back ribs, dirty rice, collard greens and barbecue beans. Waiting for the food to arrive. This place is loud. Everyone sits on picnic tables, and you just pick a table where there's a spot. There are three people sitting at our table who are visitors from Iowa. They were impressed when we told them we are here to help with the Gulf clean-up. A lady in the group asked if she could give us a hug.
There are a lot of Black people who live in New Orleans. They are different from the Black people who live in Oregon. They are all very, very black and talk with a funny accent. Kind of reminds me of my friend from Haiti. One of the cooks here is very, very black and very, very fat. He has bugged out eyes, and they look like they've got a white ring around the pupils. If he's working here, he's probably also eating here. I'm guessing his cholesterol is off the charts.
Devon went and had his fortune read this morning at one of the shops. Last year I won a $500 Visa Gift Card at a karaoke contest. I took it to Hawaii but only spent $125 on it, so I told Devon he could use my card for his $50 rip-off reading. ha ha The lady had him pick 3 numbers. She then totaled them up, which came out to 84. She told him he was going to be an old man and live to be 84. Bear cracked up. He said he would have picked 4, 4 and 4. Does that mean he would live to be 12, which he already surpassed, or would she have made up something else for those numbers.
I see our food is coming up, so I'm going to post my blog now and pig out.