Back to work
Tori and Max are a little tired today. Max's high school band marched in the Krewe of Caesar parade last night. 5 miles. When they got home, I rubbed Tori's feet. Because DAMN. (And in case you were wondering, I work Saturday nights, so I wasn't just being lazy.)
We're in Mardi Gras season now. Parades all over the area for the next couple of weeks. The band is taking part in four or five. Tori is signed up for the Krewe d'Etat parade, and we're both chaperoning the band for the big one, Krewe de Bacchus, March 2. Hugh Laurie is this year's grand marshal. I'm just hoping to survive. Seriously.
Other things -
• The Seahawks won the Super Bowl. That made us very happy. It was a great day, we crushed the Broncos. I have never missed the Super Bowl – I have seen every game since the first one. But this was the first time my team – the team I care about, the team I root for – has won. Your team at some point gets bumped from the playoffs and you find another team to cheer for during the playoffs, always vowing, "Next year it'll be us." This year it finally WAS us!
But I can't gloat publicly around here. New Orleans will not soon forgive Seattle for being the team that beat the Saints soundly during the season, then bounced them from the playoffs in the divisional round. So I don't wear my Seahawks gear out as much as I might if I lived in, for instance, Seattle.
• Couple of weeks ago Tori and I volunteered at Comic Con. The kids were all going, so we thought, why not? It actually was fun, and a totally different world than I'm used to. Saw more fezzes than a Shriner's convention. Interesting that there was almost no Star Trek or Star Wars here. Lot of Dr. Who (including a fully functional Dalek,) lot of anime characters, lot of Homestuck. "Walking Dead" was very big. Still can't believe people pay $200 and more for an autograph from a disinterested star, but it's their money. It makes them happy. One girl, I'm guessing about 8 years old, walked out of the exit with her autographed photo of Matt Smith and burst into tears, overwhelmed by the emotion of actually seeing him.
• Bunch of other stuff has happened in the two months since last I posted. Had a lot of weather, too. It seems to be edging toward spring. We're getting ready to try again to grow tomatoes. Last year we got great vines, no fruit. Planted too late, it got too hot. We shall see.
• Thought for the day – This from Dave Barry. "There comes a time when you should stop expecting other people to make a big deal about your birthday. That time is age 11."