The boy child has an ear and sinus infection (he's an overachiever), and because he has ear tubes, we headed to the ENT today. I'll spare you the details of the exam room, but trust me – there were tools and equipment I haven't seen since I was a small child in Dr. Watkin's office on Line Avenue in Shreveport. And I got to assist! Guess all that ER, Grey's Anatomy, and Private Practice came in handy!
What I look most forward to at this this particular doctor's office is the wall mural in the waiting room. It is nothing short of a masterpiece in waiting room art. And it spans the length of the room. It is long. I'm not good with measurement, so I couldn't tell you how long it is, but it's long. One half of it is a Louisiana bayou scene, one half is a typical Louisiana home and family.
Here is almost half of the bayou scene.
Now for the other half of the mural. It's the old homestead at Tallow Creek. Been in the family for generations. I've restored it back to original white paint and had the gardner put in the historically accurate ferns. The name of the brick is Old Jackson and the trailing roses are "Elizabeth Taylor."
If you're not from Louisiana, and judging by the blog's stats — you're not — I can tell you this mural is a fair representation of the entire state. We all either live in shacks or on plantations and fish for our dinner in the swamp, that is if we're not eating what we happened to kill that crawled up onto the porch. It's not for everybody, but it's life here in Louisiana. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to have Mammy tighten my corset so I can get into this here ball gown and go to the fancy debutante shindig across the lake.