Writing in Lafayette...

As soon as Lee left me alone in this empty house I had to take a nap. This house belongs to the owner of the famous bowling and music club Rock n' Bowl John Blancher. He bought this house in Lafayette after Hurricane Katrina hit New Orleans in 2005 and he and his family needed a place to live for some time, until he could move back to his home. Also his son with wife and kids and his daughter with husband and kids moved in too, so it is a big place, but also a strange one. I don't really like it and it be hard to make something out of it. It is on the marked for 285'000 dollars which might be to high too. Lee St. Germain is taking care of the place until it is sold and stays there during weekends, and so he offered me to stay there instead of camping out, now I think I should have camped out but I'm too pooped to do so, I lay down and read for a while. The ding-dong of the door-chime rips me back out of sleep, I quickly put on pants and a shirt as I'm walking to the front door and promptly there is a realtor-lady with a client to come to look at the place. She apologized multiple times and told me that she had an appointment, of corse I had no clue and it didn't matter, I apologized too and kind of felt in an odd position, who knows what they were thinking, when there is a guy sleeping in an empty house, the car has a californian license-plate...
After they are gone I was gone too, into the land of more dreams. I had a plan with Karen Rambin, Sarah Hazelip and Lee St. Germain to have dinner. We all met at the famous place in downtown Lafayette, Don's, an institution with a huge parking area and seating for who knows how many. We got there pretty late, more folks were leaving than coming in and during the corse of eating the place got pretty empty. I ordered the seafood-platter, ready for a dose of fried fish of any kind, with french fries and please hold the fresh vegetables, I take the caned ones instead.

What a feast, and what fun company...


This morning I'm dragging, overwhelmed with too many things I have to do, but all I wane do is sleep some more, or at least lay flat. But no, I feel I'm behind with this blog here, so I'm editing pictures and write, somehow there is a WiFi signal in the air, but it is slower than molasses when it comes to do anything on-line, so not too much I can do. I'm making something to eat from what I have left in my food-box, muessly one more time, with tea and music from iTumes. But not for long, I have to meet Lee and Sarah again for lunch this time. They are picking-up Dave from DC and my shadow from Massachusetts and after that we all have lunch at the Blue Dog Cafe just around the corner from this house.

Lunch at the famous Blue Dog Restaurant...



Now it's the start of Cycle Zydeco for me, time to get all my stuff in order before heading to the Hotel. Things like changing the tires from dirt to slick for a smoother ride, packing the gear for camping into the duffle-bag, get all bike-cloth and after bike cloths ready, camera and a spare battery, and just more stuff. Now that I got done with this I can write some more, the clock strikes three soon and then I have to clear out the place, hop in the car and head over to the Crowne Plaza Hotel and then its "Àllons manger...Àllons dancer...Àllons à Cycle Zydeco!" After all we're in the french district of the United States...

Typing my last words into the computer before I shut-it down...