Fat Tuesday in New Orleans was cold (for New Orleans) and raining. In Hartford, it was cold (starting the day at +3(F) and getting up to a balmy +28-30(F) by evening) and sunny until shortly before parade time. But we stepped off and had our own, if smaller, carnival:
There are professional photos, of course (a nonprofessional has already posted a set if you want to see more, plus there's a commentary at the FB site which I believe is public); mine are from the start and end, because I was too busy participating in the middle. I dressed warmly in layers that were either brightly coloured or in Mardi Gras shades of gold, purple, and green. All the instruments, things to throw, and so on were distributed before I got there (had hoped to get out of work early, but of course not) so I just danced along, waving at people with my bright, woolly mittens, and wearing a glitter mask. It was cool when a busload of people waved back.
My friend Lauren got there in time to be one of the walking skeletons:
I did get a couple bits of video with my new camera, so the resolution is better and you can even hear sound, although my camera work still leaves a LOT to be desired (and I have to remember not to dance whilst trying to record):
The second one shows something you definitely would not see at the New Orleans Mardi Gras parade!
Afterwords, off to String Thing and Origami at the Hartford Makerspace, which due to lack of people other than us turned into a bunch of trigonometry, testing of newly donated projection equipment, and playing a bit with something called SÅND.
I did struggle this year about my commitment for Lent. A lot of people look on it as a time to give up something, and often I have done that, and didn't feel like giving up something I've given up in the past. Others look on it as a time to commit to do something spiritual or giving back to the community, which I already do quite a lot. I thought of committing to read a psalm a day, or a chapter in Exodus, but with rehearsals for a show I'm dubious about having the time.
So my official commitment, which came about serendipitously because I ran out of bread and tortillas on Tuesday, is to not eat breadly items or similar baked goods. This should provide some interesting opportunities for creative cooking, not to mention whittling down my store of noodly things.
And I realized that for the second year in a row, I missed out on eating a paczki.