Thoughts from Madame Gumbeaux

Thoughts from Madame Gumbeaux

Friday, November 14, 2014

Freezing Friday Fragments

It's below zero here in Louisiana! Of course, I am using the Centigrade scale, but still, that's cold.

In Honduras, people are anxious when the temperatures are below 60 F. In South Louisiana, we bar the doors and stay inside when the thermometer gets below 40 F.  I wonder if I will lose my flip-flop tan, which I cultivated carefully for eight years of living in the land of sandals?

I am trying to not buy lots of stuff since arriving in Gringolandia in July.  I came back to the US from Honduras with just a few boxes and my dog, that traveled courtesy of a friend driving from Honduras to Texas. Right now, I have a lawn chair, a reclining chair, a TV and a bed. Oh yes, I bought a used lamp yesterday. And a car, of course. Can't live in the US without a car.  

I am singing this song in my head for weeks,  It Will Be Alright, by Crispin Schroeder. It's not on Youtube, yet, but you can hear the entire song on Spotify or sample on iTunes. If you are in the area, you can hear the song live tonight in Covington. The song is part of a CD released through Vineyard Music. 

 Crispin is my pastor, too. He sings, and he speaks. More than that, he thinks. I like this quote featured in last week's church bulletin. 

"You can safely assume you've created God in your image when it turns out that God hates all the same people you do." Anne Lamott

I don't know about you, but I am tired of political ads that focus on who hates undocumented immigrants, welfare recipients, and criminals more than the other guy. Let's just hate on all of the poor and marginalized? That sounds like what a good government is about, right? Then, we mix in a bit of God in the mix, and suddenly, God hates people. Really? 

Okay. Let's laugh a bit. I left a clip from Portlandia.  Here's a clip featuring Carrie Brownstein who declares social bankruptcy, deleting all social media accounts, which ends up being a satire of the film, Eternal Sunshine of the Eternal Mind. 


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Sunday, November 2, 2014

Buildings and Bones (Sundays in My City)

Old buildings and graves mark the past lives lived in Clinton, Louisiana. The town has its token large homes and institutions, but for the most part, the town is quiet, almost ghostly quiet. People hang on in inherited estates or on small lots on dirt lanes. You can  gauge the past success of a community by the size of the graveyards. I spotted at least four large graveyards, here, including the Jewish cemetery, as well as the Masonic, Confederate Soldier, and Methodist cemeteries. Black peoples' bones are scattered in small fields alongside the numerous Baptist and Pentecostal churches that dot the countryside. 

Unknown Mami
Sundays In My City are sponsored by Unknown Mami. I am moving out of the woods of central Louisiana soon. I eagerly look forward to living among the living, to a town where hipster meets country. More on that next time. 

Friday, October 24, 2014

Feature Presentation: Friday Fragments

 Today's Feature Presentation of Friday Fragments are pictured below. These pictures may not be as good as the titles suggest, but they fit the bill good enough. Grab a bowl of popcorn, a can of soda, and enjoy today's feature presentations. 

 These soccer ball remnants are what's left after my German shepherd keeps a soccer ball longer than a few hours. I forget to pick up his toys at night. He likes to chew at them until they pop, then eat them. I have purchased too many soccer balls. Please feel free to send donations, or at least, remind me occasionally via the blog to PICK UP HIS TOYS at night.

This dog may not be Al Pacino, but he acts the part of the superstar often. He's quite spoiled. He loves the cart that I use where I currently live. For this scene, he refused to get out after a stroll around the property, so I grabbed my camera. Good pic, huh?

 Did you watch Frozen? I watched in on a long flight. I know it's a blockbuster, but all I recall was that I slept well while it aired. My current frozen space is filled with Jenny Craig entrees. I have gotten roly-poly lately. Maybe, eating boxed, frozen food will help.
I found proof that I was thinner in the past. I may have lacked any fashion sense whatsoever, but at least, by God, I was not fat all of my life.  There are more scary eye glasses in my past. I owned Harry Potter frames, aviator frames, and John-Boy Walton style frames. I have never owned cat eye frames, which would be nice to have now for a truly scary Halloween image. 

Finally, here's evidence of my recent criminal activity. My mail was lost for over a month, not being delivered to my new forwarding address. On my third visit to the post office, the worker rather shamefacedly found a large box of my mail.  Despite my protests, she didn't want this box back.  If you can see the small print, there's a $1000 fine for using this box for personal use. 

Today's Feature Presentation of Friday Fragments has concluded. We hoped you enjoyed today's selection.Tune in at Half-Past Kissin' Time for more Friday Fragments. 

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Sunday, October 19, 2014

Clinton, Louisiana (Sundays in My City)

Since arriving in the United States in the last days of July, I have been staying in a small town in central Louisiana. It was a soft place to land. Quiet, except for the sound of insects and the occasional coyote. There is a time for everything, a season for every activity. Soon, I move into my own home near New Orleans.

“Are you tired? Worn out? Burned out on religion? Come to me. Get away with me and you’ll recover your life. I’ll show you how to take a real rest. Walk with me and work with me—watch how I do it. Learn the unforced rhythms of grace. I won’t lay anything heavy or ill-fitting on you. Keep company with me and you’ll learn to live freely and lightly.”

Matthew 11:28-30The Message 

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Friday, October 17, 2014

The Fall Forest Edition: Friday Fragments

Finally, my friends, I am posting for Friday Fragments.  I have foregone Fragment Friday posts for what seems like forever. Never fear, I shall always find my voice, even if I fail to post as frequently as I should.

I live in Louisiana now, not Honduras. Right now,  a cabin in the woods is what I call home. This is the view from the back porch. Pretty, huh? Louisiana woods stay green in the fall.

Some days the forest is dark and strange. Thank God, I have apps on my smart phone to lead me out of the woods. Otherwise, I may stay stuck in a boggy place waiting for zombies to attack! Yes, I love the new season of The Walking Dead, which always has scary zombies scrambling in the woods after our favorite characters.

Other days are bright. I love my used-but-new-to-me sporty red car. It's nice to reconnect with friends and family. Soon, I am moving to more permanent housing near New Orleans. The woods are nice, but I do look forward to living in reach of mail service, garbage pick-up and HUMAN friends.

I see God even in the remote landscape out here in the woods. It could be a flower, a tree, or a red fox crossing a path. Whether I live here or abroad, there's the sense of wonder that calls me to risky living. (By the way, seeing a red fox in the wild is awesome!)

If you care to comment, I am seeking advice as well on switching platforms.  What are the cons and pros to switching to Wordpress? Should I stick with Blogger, forwarding my old url to a new one? Obviously, one cannot continue to write under the header, Honduras Gumbo, if Honduras is not part of the mix anymore.

Half-Past Kissin' TimeIf you were expecting frisky, frothy fragments, maybe you should follow the link to Friday Fragments at Mrs4444's blog, Half-Past Kissin' Time.

Sunday, July 27, 2014

Suffer the Little Children (Sundays In My City)

Unknown MamiSundays In My City are hosted by Unknown Mami.

I am leaving Tegucigalpa, Honduras. Did you not know that? Every post I write has that pronouncement. Maybe, I am trying to convince myself. I seldom post pictures on this blog of the children. However, these kids have captured my heart and soul. I hope and pray the images will be treated with respect.

I published these pictures of kids who are not at the border hoping for a quixotic dream. These are the kids who stayed because someone cares enough to feed them, provide a place of shelter after or before school, give them medical care and most of all, attention and love. I know I didn't do this work myself. You helped. My Honduran mothers who teach, cook, and clean helped. That's the beauty of God's work - we function as a body, each part providing what the other part lacks.

Friday, July 25, 2014

Friday Fragments

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Friday Fragments are sponsored by Mrs4444.

I fly soon. I can measure it in hours almost as easily as days. With lots of last-minute details, my mind overflows with fragments. I leave the beloved country, Honduras, for the US. At least for now, I will live in a cabin in the woods in central Louisiana.

Today dawned cool and grey. I am wearing long sleeves and pants. It's the rainy season here, so the weather is quite balmy. Not so in the southeastern US, where I fear I may fall prostrate on the pavement as soon as I exit the airport terminal due to the extreme heat and humidity.

Does this look like an ad for a happy place? Seems crabby to me. 
I am leaving a land where the murder rate is number one, outside of war zones. Only Syria ranks higher.* I am entering a land that surveys reveal that the top 5 happiest cities are located.** The people are friendly in Louisiana. Happy? I don't know. I think they are just too polite to say anything else to Yankees who ask silly questions on the phone.

Yesterday, I enjoyed seasonal delights of the region, a few last splurges before leaving. Fried plantain chips with hot sauce, sliced mango, and fresh, warm corn tortillas. Today? Maybe I will find a glass of cool horchata. Definitely, I am packing Copan coffee to savor in the months ahead.

If you want to read more details about the fate of Pepe, the beloved Toyota, or the whereabouts of my monster-dog, please take a look at yesterday's post. 

Now, off to pack those last odds and ends.

*Source: NPR, Who are the Kids of the Migrant Crisis?
**Source: NBCNews:Top 5 Happiest Cities