No one's life is sane. It is learning how to live with the insanity that is the trick. Sure, down South, we all have our skeletons in the closet. The difference is - we open the doors and let them dance on the front porch. After all, who doesn't have a mother who thinks she knows it all, a father who knows best, at least one irritating sibling, and that weird uncle no one wants to sit by at supper. I'm not sure what "Normal" is, but whatever it is, I know I live a bit south of it.
My Life A Bit South of Normal
Tuesday, December 18, 2012
Santas on Parade
I want everyone to truly experience Santa Con. So I went and pulled out some of the scenes I was able to capture of the jolly souls on the streets of New York Saturday, lest you think it was a random sighting. Some were more festive than others:
Some were more creative:
There were a few random reindeer here and there:
There were times they were coming and going:
They were never camera shy:
And, when they were separated from the pack, they were quick to text for directions:
And, off they would go thanks to Google maps!
And, just when it all seemed for naught, could it be? well , maybe . . .