I'm not actually having wild mood swings, but my spell checker was trying to give them to me this morning as I wrote in my journal. I didn't sleep well the night before last, being awakened several times by unreasonable racket outside of my room, and I’m still feeling a bit peckish this morning. Not at my best at all. I find it odd that my spell check wanted to change the perfectly good word “peckish” (usage two in the Merriam Webster Dictionary) into “puckish” which is not at all what I’m feeling, thank you very much. Of course from time to time I may very well be quite puckish, but I am not that at 4:45 in the morning, or not very often, and most assuredly not today.
I didn't make our local Tea Party , but it pulled hundreds of people as well... Tea, anyone? from Father Hollywood by Father Hollywood Like hundreds of thousands of other Americans, the Hollywoods enjoyed a tea party this past Wednesday. "Tea party" (wink wink). Nothing subversive about sipping a little Darjeeling, eh wot? Nothing to see here, Miss Napolitano. Anyway, our local festivities were held at Veterans Memorial Boulevard in Metairie. There were literally thousands of people crammed into the neutral ground (though on that day, the ground was anything but...), as cars and trucks poured by the busy boulevard laing on their horns in support. Here are pictures. And like every such gathering in our environs, there was even a brass band and an improptu "second line" parade. It was a "party" after all. But it was a party with a serious reason. The crowds were so overwhelming that it was hard to hear the speakers, and unfortunately, we did have a fe...
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