Fat Monday--Just North of Mardi Gras

I have been too hard on myself and everyone else in these post.
I was trying to work through my wounded heart and the love I
have not found; though my many tries. That's over (for a while),
I resolve to find more pleasant task to occupy my mind and to write
about. I will post thoughts here and essays here and more, bad poetry
here. These things all about where I am, where I live and about where
I hope to be one of these days.

Tuesday, I hope to be in Mobile for the Mardi Gras. Why? I have not
been in Mobile of Fat Tuesday in Nearly forty years. I was a child and
with my parents then. I want to see the mayhem that is the mardi gras
on my own, take it in and write about my impressions of it. The only way
to have that impression is to be there. I had hoped to share the experience
with a Friend or two, but they are staying away. Too much excitement and
too many opportunities for disaster there on the streets of mardi gras. I
have my own doubts about going alone, but I am planing on doing it early
and getting well away before the fall of night. Hope for the best and see
for myself what the hoopla is all about. Don't be surprised though, if I
chicken out before the time is at hand.

Maybe I will go down there on Fat Monday instead. How much different
can there be between the two days? I will have to see. Fat Monday's very
wet so far, while Fat Tuesday is at least looking clear.

Please call me Francie and let me go and be there with you. i know you
never will. I know I am not of your world and have no place there with you.

WPCannon
15 February 2010
0315, Fat Monday
Mount Vernon, Alabama