I so haven't had anything to say since Ashley's funeral and haven't quite managed to make it home either. I've been working very long hours starting way too early in the morning on a special project (*ahem*) out of town (a few details here) since Monday before last for ye olde KnockingShitDownCo. The fun just never stops. (Those of you who've clicked the details link, perhaps are seeing Sophmom wink.)
Anyway, so many of the NOLA bloggers wrote so eloquently about Ashley, his larger than life, his beautiful family and his amazing funeral and wake that I can't possibly do it all justice. However, the always insightful Greg Peters of Suspect Device fame has said it perfectly right here. Please. Go. Now. Read. Follow his links (okay, please follow his links). Pics are here. If that's not more than anyone can bear, Ashley's wife, Hana, has taken to keeping up his blog, and has now invited a whole mess o' bloggers to her birthday party this Sunday.
As for life going on, there was a cookout with Dangerblond and Hana and the kids. Then last weekend was dinner out Friday and Saturday, making Sunday a true day of rest. This weekend there will be Jazzfest. Next weekend there will be Jazzfest. Weekend after that, there will be graduation (and in case you're the one person on earth I forgot to tell, that graduation will be cum laude *proud mama puffs out chest* - okay, stop it with the big boob jokes in the peanut gallery, please). I guess, after that, I'll be ready to go home, if I can still call it that.
In the meantime, I'm sitting on the side of the road in a well-wired "office" (read: rented Toyota), counting trucks and keeping a small army of independent haulers honest (and one boss man who's about to lose it, hopefully, on his best behavior and out of prison). Scroll down and you'll see my silly thoughts as they come to me (a/k/a "tweets"), let loose on Twitter, in my gutter, well hidden under my profile link. So.... Capt., Paula, John, Catty, Glenda, Fool, John-Ward, Mary, Kevin, Lisa (I know I'm forgetting somebody, my sweet wonderful regular commenters); y'all keep keeping the light on for me, please. I promise I'll be back (good lord willin' and the creek don't rise 'n' all that). I may never get caught up, but I swear I'll pick up where I left off.
Peace. Out. Y'all.
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