The Icecaps are Melting.

I am not the only one who dislikes this weather. The tiny ballerina in front of the Degas House isn’t happy either.

The ice is melting. The pipes in the green house burst.

Everyone is in a good mood now that it is 51 degrees instead of 17. Plus, it is getting closer to Mardi Gras.

Remember, Mardi Gras is the day, Carnival is the season. Everyone is in a good mood, despite the city being shut down for three days. The interstate still isn’t open. There are snow and ice patches everywhere on the roads. It is not enough to stop me from taking the Vespa out to see what is going on. I have had cabin fever. I am not alone. Everyone is happy to be out and about today. Everyone is in a good mood.

Nobody in New Orleans likes to exist like Ötzi in his glacier.

The title of today’s post comes from my favorite Tiny Tim song. I like it better than Tiptoe Through the Tulips. Tiny Tim could sometimes be prescient. In the 1960s, we were told to expect the next ice age and that the world would smother in overpopulation. Most things take care of themselves, one way or another.

There is some talk about moving New Orleans culture to Greenland, if things work out right. Once the glaciers melt, they might have some swampland in which to plant a satellite operation. The world could use some more New Orleans, It is the most magical time of the year. Spirits run high.