Ok. But is the grass ALWAYS greener?

Correct me if I'm wrong but I do believe it was about a year ago when I was thigh deep in self-pity. TRAPPED in the deep south I LONGED for the days when I could be within an hour radius of someone I was related to, heck, someone I KNEW.
At the drop of a hat I would buy a plane ticket to the North.
I stared at pictures of happy days gone by.
Time was passed indulging in indulging.

Sunday morning I woke up and put on my Saints Jersey.
I went to bed with a headache after screaming at the tv.
The Saints won.
The Saints are going to the Superbowl.
I woke up Monday morning and put on a black and gold outfit.
Nobody noticed.
But I was proud.
Each day I wake up and put on my "flare". Fleur de lis coming out my ears. Emblazoned on my shirt. Pinned to my coat.
Placing orders for King Cake to be shipped to my door.
Tearing up at images of New Orleans.
Longing to be there. Be a part of it. Dance in the Mardi Gras streets. Say y'all and ma'am. Wear short sleeves. Run outside. Catch the sunset over the Mississippi River. Watch the streetcar go by. Shop at "Winn Dixie".

About this time, two years ago, I sent an email to the Principal at Sacred Heart in New Orleans. I knew, I thought, that maybe, I wanted to live there.
About this time, a year ago, I was in New Orleans and wanted to come home.
I think I have the February itch.
I'm certain in will pass.

But I do miss that place.

Back Scratching...

Today I had an itch.

"Center of my back."

"A little lower, a little lower."

"To the right."

"No not up."

"To the right."

"That way."

"No not that far."

"Okay, yes."

"Right there."

"Now scratch."

"Like mommy scratches your baby's back like this..."

Poor Nonie. She tried to itch for me but isnt good at the laundry list of directionals at 16 months of age. She left me wishing I was as equipped as the furry cow at the nature center. But, at least she tried.

P.S.


I still have an itch.

Antidotes...

I am itchy. From head to toe and places in between that I would rather not mention.

I have the ivy.

Of the poison persuasion.

Not the pretty green stuff that elite colleges are named after, the awful shiny kind that apparently lurks in every inch of my yard, and while I have weeded the same spot over and over again, will never learn to put on long sleeves and pants.

So now I suffer and scratch and wonder about something I heard once.

In nature, close together, if there is something that is harmful, or poisonous, right near it is the antitode.

So where is the antidote to the P.I.? And if you tell me it's that pink calamine stuff I laugh, cause that gives about as much relief as scratching with oven mitts, it's a joke.

So now I have to go out there and one by one rub all that foliage all over to see which will bring the most relief.

Then I'll bottle it and be RICH.....why hasn't anyone thought of this yet. GENIOUS!

BTW, just googled PI images to get one to upload and saw some cases WAY worse off then mine. I'll just zip it, lotion up and go to bed.