It was tired out today, so we moved slowly.
This evening, once it had cooled off,
we went to the Shrimp Festival.
Many artisans had closed by the time we got there, but I did spy one of my all-time favorite things: bottle trees. They’re an old Southern custom, brought over from Africa, I’m told. The bright colors reportedly mesmerize and beckon evil spirits who are ultimately captured and imprisoned inside the bottle, preventing them from wreaking further havoc.
Then it was Lulu’s for supper.
Where the trees were so lit up it looked like Christmas in Alabama,
and the people were so lit up,
they looked like University of Alabama fans
(who had a very good day, I’m told.)
And not a minute too soon: bedtime.
She is my developmentally disabled sister-in-law, Nancy,
and I am Jeanne, the woman who flat-out loves her.
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