Dang Y’all

As I am writing this blog post, it is May of 2020…an unusual time of what I call “pandemic panic” in the United States. Most of us have been struggling to figure out how we feel about the social distancing and mask wearing and all the other current health precautions. Now y’all may be asking yourself what that has to do with restaurants!

Well, yesterday was a day of celebration for me because it was the first time in three months that I FINALLY got to eat at a restaurant. Two of my friends and I went to a Mexican restaurant in Florida. We were thrilled to be the only customers sitting out on the patio while a few others sat inside.

The weather was perfect…the food was perfect…the adult beverage was perfect. Sharing the event with two dear friends has now become my new favorite restaurant experience. I am SO happy for this first indication that, just maybe, our country and our world is getting back to normal. Or at least heading toward a new normal.

Dang y’all, we all should give a huge shout out to thank all the food workers. They are among the many unsung heroes of this strange time we are living in right now.

So I am very curious to hear from YOU. What has been your new favorite restaurant experience recently? Did it feel totally bizarre? Did it feel exhilarating? Did it make you want to sing, or cry?

Please take a minute to let the readers know! Share your experience…as we all continue to Embrace Southern States! Thank you…and big “virtual” hugs to ALL y’all !!!

If you are reading my posts (and WHY wouldn’t you be), then you know I have been recovering from a broken wrist. Even though the cast is off, I still have a way to go before being “back to normal”.

Given the extraordinary events related to the Covid-19 virus I would say that we ALL seem to be recovering from stuff right now, right? Some are getting over the virus or the flu or cancer or injuries. Some are getting over the whole “social distancing” thing or the economic impact.

Dang y’all … pretty much everyone is wondering what our “new normal” will look like and what other adjustments we will have to make. Here’s a photo of what TRAVEL had looked like recently!

Please, take a deep breath…try to be calm…let’s all do some self-care and think positive. Feel free to drop me a note to tell about YOUR best self-care method. Is it reading, cooking, mindfulness, prayer, or small acts of kindness for your neighbors? Or what?

While you’re at it, why not let me know WHERE in the 13 southern states you are itching to go! Have you been watching travel videos and planning your next adventure? I sure have! As soon as it is SAFE, I will set out to conquer my bucket list of travel destinations. And I will be sharing photos and stories with you. I hope you are excited…I sure am!

Until next time, be the best YOU possible…and Embrace Southern States.

Mardi Gras has been one of my favorite things since I was nine years old.   That’s when I went to my first parade.  Down in Louisiana, Mississippi, and Alabama, they know how to have a good time. Then Mardi Gras comes around and makes it a great time. The floats, the beads, the bands, the costumes…dang, y’all…this and so much more has thrilled me for many years.

While many other states do have parades, I can say without a doubt that these three have elevated it into an art form. Each town and each Krewe has developed delightfully unique colors, themes, and traditions. There are parades that feature children, or dogs, or even flamingos. Most are appropriately family friendly, while others are a bit too bawdy and gawdy.

At any rate, let me get back to my point. On February 22, 2020, I was enjoying a fabulous time in Lafayette, Louisiana. Staying in an historical home only three blocks from the parades was so exciting. Eating crawfish cooked seven different ways was a gastric celebration. Catching a variety of beads, toys, and stuffed animals was so much fun.

Mardi Gras was great until…I lost my balance, fell off a curb, and broke my wrist! Ouch!! And, before you even ask…no I had not been drinking! I was totally sober. The next morning my travel companion took one look at the swelling and discoloration and began packing our luggage. He was so sweet,  stopping to buy me a King cake and pain reliever for the long ride back home.

And that, dear friend, is why I have not posted over the last month or done much of anything. Having my dominant hand in a cast has certainly made me think about things more carefully.

Will I be more cautious when walking? Yes! Will I be more thankful for my health? Yes! Will I stop going to Mardi Gras? NO, goodness no!  Even though I broke my wrist, I will always love Mardi Gras. Dang, y’all…I just hope the next one has a much happier ending.

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