In our family, we have always celebrated Mardi Gras. It's a holiday that allows us to indulge our appetites, as a preparation for the denials of Lent.
This year, I feel the absence of my husband more than ever. I enjoyed the extra candy bar, a few drinks, and clearing out the fridge of high-calorie stuff. But it wasn't the same without him.
Fortunately, he'll be here next Sunday, for good. He'll be retired by then, and able to work in SC. We're both working to clear up loose ends before the reunion.
Maybe next year, we'll go to LA to see what the real Mardi Gras is like. It's not that far that we can't do it.