New Orleans is all about MUSIC. I wish you could join me on my morning walks. We hear every genre of music you could ever imagine coming from the passing cars, bicycles, and even pedestrians. Sometimes the neighborhood restaurants and bars forget to turn off their sound systems and we’re serenaded with the tunes that diners and revelers enjoyed the night before. But our favorite music comes from the students at ReNEW Cultural Arts Academy, who just happen to be our neighbors. They are the future of our city and the future of its soundtrack . . . and we love them.
Here’s hoping that you have a song in your heart every day. Do you have a favorite song or a favorite genre of music?
Let me guess. You were thinking I had fallen off the edge of the Earth, right? Wrong! The Earth is round–not square–so falling off the edge would be impossible. Even a dog knows that. Here’s what actually happened: I fell into the Mardi Gras abyss. Carnival season is serious business where I live. It starts on January 6 and ends on Fat Tuesday (Mardi Gras), which is the day before Ash Wednesday. This year Mardi Gras fell somewhat later than usual because Easter will be later than usual. It’s all very confusing, but here’s the bottom line: The entire city of New Orleans has been pretty busy for the last two months.
I was busy cheering on the marching band from my neighborhood school, ReNEW Cultural Arts Academy for students eighth grade and younger. The RCCA marching band has been practicing all school year. I hear them every weekday afternoon, and lately I’ve seen them marching down the street as they prepared for the busy parade schedule. All that practice and preparation paid off. My humans saw them in several parades over the two big weekends of Mardi Gras festivities and they were fabulous. Just for the record, I don’t go to the parades. They’re much too loud and crowded and–frankly–crazy for dogs.
Which brings me to my humans. They were busy doing what humans do during Carnival season: being crazy. Every time I turned around, they were headed out the door to another parade. And half the time I didn’t even recognize them. Mommy’s hair usually isn’t pink, and it’s definitely not that big. And Daddy normally doesn’t wear a feather boa . . . really.
When the festivities finally came to an end last week, we all breathed a sigh of relief. It was fun, but pretty exhausting. I supervised as Mommy packed away the decorations and stored them until next year. And then Mommy helped me with a very special project. We collected some super special beads and other throws to send to a super special blogging friend. My friend should get her surprise package Wednesday. I can’t wait! I also can’t wait to get back to blogging. See you on the Internet!