Monday, September 29, 2008
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Billy sent me this message today:
"Rich Webster’s recent article in City Business reads like something from a novel, some sort of dystopian Phillip Dick tale.
It would be funny if it wasn’t horrifying. Here is the gist: 'State Rep. John LaBruzzo, R-Metairie, fears Louisiana may be headed towards an economic crisis if the percentage of people dependent on the government is not decreased. His solution: pay impoverished women $1,000 to have their tubes tied so they will stop having babies they can’t afford.'
This is an elected official, no doubt reflecting the interests of his constituents."
Friday, September 12, 2008
So I am thinking about Galveston and patiently replacing the plastic on the window panes every time the very blustery wind blows it in (with gusto, too).
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
We have been back home since late Friday. The town looks relatively fine and we have been scrambling to clean up the yard and get the house ready to receive my little art students next week. Our house was secured thanks to the efforts of Billy's boss , Jelpi Picou, who ran over and nailed all our windows down as we had not repaired them all since we began the renovation.
Our giant Angel's trumpet looks like it was caught trying to streak from the bathroom to the bedroom, but it is still alive, even if reconfigured. And, who'd-a-thunk it but all our mint died. I didn't think you could kill that stuff.
I can't say that I can blog about the feelings conjured up by the scare, except in summary. There were tears, flashbacks, panicky-breathing attacks, wondering what the alternative life plan would be, etc. Your-run-of-the-mill-PTSD symptoms, I guess. That was not fun, but the first bruiser had to pass by sometime; it is to be expected. In the end we are very relieved and have a better grip.
Well, Nola got a much needed break from this one, but the rest of Louisiana got a thumping. A friend from Ville Platte reported that a tree fell on her folks' house, car AND boat, so put thoughts out there for them.
Tuesday, September 02, 2008
Monday, September 01, 2008
Billy and I were on our yearly visit to family in Maine this month. We usually beat the heat and leave for the hottest part. Unfortunately, it usually means that we get back just after the anniversary of Katrina. We were scheduled to start the drive home Saturday, but we officially flipped our status from vacationers to "evacuaters" and stayed with friends in New Haven and with Billy's dad in NYC.
Billy's boss, who hails from Houma, was a rock and secured our houses for us before he left for Oxford, MS. Lesson learned: prepare for a hurricane in July. Seems like a duh, but we just didn't do it. We purchased a new home after Katrina, in part to underscore our loyalty to the city and in part to be able to live in a place that fit our work and living needs. The market plummeted and we decided to hold onto our first home on Carondelet in order to maintain financially. But now we are worried about two properties and have twice the work to batten down...but worrying about material objects is silly in the grand scheme of things.
I have friends who stayed behind. I think they figured if they rode out Katrina, they will be fine.
We are watching the news and I am checking emails and staring at this excellent website.
Seeing that the storm is not that strong is not that comforting to me as I will remain jumpy due to Katrina shell shock resulting from the rude awakening after the deceptive lull that came after that storm before the flooding. The reporting on the industrial canal is freaking me out.
That is where I stand now. I cannot decide if I will post describing the emotional post-traumatic responses I experienced as early as Tuesday. It wasn't pretty.