My son began his senior year of high school today. We will celebrate his 18th birthday Sunday. I don't know where the time has gone. I could swear it was just yesterday that I was wishing he was older and more independent.
Ah, public school. My son's French IV class had no teacher today. The teacher has been hired, pending the standard background check. Problem is, no one bothered to run the check until yesterday and it takes a week to complete, the class has been told. Another teacher supervised the class and spoke to them in French to verify they were in the right class. My son was amused that she swore in French and he understood what she said. She was giving her opinion of the hiring process. My tax dollars at work.
The list making has begun. We leave Saturday morning and head to New Orleans. Then home on Monday, Labor Day. I see every politician in the country will be there this week to commemorate Hurricane Katrina. I am hesitant to see my former favorite city yet really curious. As a little lagniappe, I tuned into the muffeletto throw down with Bobby Flay and two brothers in New Orleans last night as I was trying to get to sleep. Yum. I hope Central Market is still there and open. The best in the city there.
There is a certain parade we will watch. It's New Orleans in the French Quarter, so I'm not talking a Macy's parade. I'll write about it later.
Laissez les bon temps rouler.