When weird becomes normal

I have realized that I have not posted in quite sometime.  The problem?  I am accepting the weird that is New Orleans.  The strange has just become part of the typical day.  Drinking in the street……….yawn, what a bore.  Oh there was a dance party in the middle of Frenchman street, okay why not?  The police horses were running after pedestrians to clear the streets in the French Quarter……frightening but still just another day in New Orleans.  I knew this day would come, but I had no idea it would only take 6 months. I think this means it’s time to leave the city for a few days, so upon my return the crazy will spark my interest once again.