Friday, September 23, 2005

Lucky enough

I read something a while ago and it affected me about to save the words but not the source, so forgive me for not acknowleging that person.

"...by standing respectfully and faithfully at the borders of another’s solitude, we may mediate the love of God to a person who needs something deeper than any human being can give."

Ten years ago I lost a child to circumstances beyond my control, and today I am reminded of that loss. The parents and families of the lost and found children, the children of lost parents, they all need this love.

Terry Gross interviewed Alice Seibold last Friday, and I didn't realize how deeply that has affected me all week, the strangeness of not feeling inside one's own skin but rather hovering just above the place where your body goes through the day with deliberate and determined movements. Driving in the car, now... now? time to eat the food. Again, the rote memory of hurricane preparation, waiting quietly, wondering if my luck will wear out.

Loss? You know that everyone around you wants to do something to help you, but they don't know what that is. You don't know what that is. You go forward with your life and your loss lives with you, all of the time, but slowly you being to feel moreembeddedd in yourself, less like you're swimming through muffled distraction to focus on getting through a day. Then you get through more days which become years. But for those who have lost more than a child, or children but whole histories of lives together, homes...It'ss something unimaginable and nearly unspeakable, even having an idea of being the walking wounded.

So yes give to the Red Cross, and volunteer if you have time, and hire people who are displaced if you're in a position to do so, and pray...Butt sometimes just close your eyes and thing about the dead and that they miss the living, too. It is a strange kind of comfort.

Tuesday, September 20, 2005

raising the roof

The neighbors behind us are losing thier roof. The sustained winds are still around 53 - 55, which can whip unfastened tin around in an alarmingly noisy fashion.
We drove to one of the offices to see whatup, and all is good, but someone shot a bottle rocket at the car from the 2nd floor balcony. Which looked like wires hitting the street. Which scared me. Which then made me angry, because I don't need extra crap to be scared of, plus I had my 6 year old in the car and it scared her, which made me call the police because people who do that kind of crap need a live wire to actually break loose and touch down on thier porch with 3" of water on it.
There are more problems in town now than earlier, but it's funny because CNN isn't in the ghetto, so "everythings fine!".

In the middle

We are clearly in what is the worst of the storm, yet still have power at this time. It's really windy, REALLY windy, but a lot less rain than Katrina. Keeping all of our parts crossed that the power stays on.
The yard damage is at a minimum in our yard, no doubt thanks to the trimming we've been doing for the last few weeks. It's hard to say when I will be able to access my office, as the road is under a storm surge, and we won't know about US 1 until later when the storm passes, but feeling pretty lucky.

Matecumbe Key

US 1 is closed down at mile marker 74. The eyewall is wrapping around and the eye is wobbling, which can mean different things. There is water coming in from the Gulf and the Atlantic, which is made a bit weirder with a high tide. Not sure what it all means but we still have power.
Turn off weather bug when you're in a hurricane.

Lovely Rita...

So we've lost power several times but it's been what one can only assume is temporarily restored. Looking at the radar and from the looks of things outside, these are no longer bands but rather the storm beginning to move in.
So we are 4 of the half of Key Westers who have decided to stay - from the behavior of drivers and shoppers yesterday, we decided we were safer in our concrete home than on the roads with the crazies.
We'll check in later. Just lost the sattelite signal.

Friday, September 09, 2005

High Heels on Wheels Stopped by Deputies
Now it only takes a little bit of investigation to determine it was this guy, "The 53-year-old man, who was dressed in a semi-transparent pink dress and high heels, told the deputies that he avoided them because he was embarrassed about the way he was dressed, Herrin said."

I love living here.