Oh Dog, you Sleuth!

I couldn’t remember if our dog had died and my mom was like, ‘oh yeah.’ The night I got home I ate this massive seafood dinner with my parents at one of my favorite restaurants. As we drove away, the sky was purple. I believe that New Orleans leads the world for dramatic thunderstorms. For the next hour a monsoon came down with constant lightning. Kim had the night off of work, so I thought I’d drive over to her house. It seemed like a good idea to wait out the weather for another half hour or so.

But still the short drive was pretty dramatic since the sky was like a big strobe light. By the time I got uptown, the water was starting to get pretty high. Most of my driving-while-photographing pictures didn’t come out. But it wasn’t long before the water was about a foot high in the street. I called Kim and she said her street was under a couple of feet of water already. It seemed so stupid, since we hadn’t seen each other in a year and now we were only separated by about fifteen blocks. But it’s really dangerous to drive through water that high, so I went back home.

The next day I went to my sister’s place. She lives in this old haunted Victorian house. It’s pretty cool.

This is her hallway, with the big fish.

There was a big custody fight over this oil painting of me and Mary years ago. My grandma sent a photograph of us to the painter in the early 80s and we came back looking very severely retarded. I felt pretty good about giving it to her when I saw the little museum light screwed into the frame.