Nine Months Later: A Visit to the Municipal Yacht Harbor

I’ve yet to figure out how to properly caption photos in Blogger, so I’ll have to work this entry backwards. Hopefully, I’ll get this right.

Yesterday, Saturday, it was—as it has been for weeks—steamy hot (over 90) and sunny. I’m so tired of packing. At last count, I’ve got 40 boxes packed—and that’s not even half the house. Packrats, both of us. Revolting.

Anyway, after going to a streetfair that was too hot to enjoy, I decided that a “free” (minus gas costs) way of keeping busy and cool was to take a drive. I hadn’t been to the lake front since Katrina—again, it’s that fine line between needing to know and gawking that worries me.

As many of you know, when I was married, shortly before the divorce, Blake & I bought a sailboat. I barely made any use of it; we had some pretty awful pre-divorce moments aboard the boat (which I named “Sprezzatura”), and soon it became symbolic of everything that was wrong with the marriage. So despite the fact that I really loved the boat, I stayed away.
So Saturday, I took a field trip to the Municipal Yacht Harbor where we used to keep “Sprezzatura.” And below, if I do things right, you’ll see pictures of what’s left of that neighborhood.