Katrina
I'm going to have to write about Katrina, because if I don't I won't be able to do anything else. I've been cruising the blogs over a cup of jo, and it seems that I'm part of a shared sense of loss and sadness this morning. After a fairly sleepless night (not unusual for me) I finally woke up to the sunlight and the daily wake up call of the garbage truck banging and beeping as it wrestled with the dumpster below my apartment. Then I hit the remote and watched and dozed through the local news and then some of Good Morning America.
I guess I can say this; I have to count my blessings. For example, since I'm such a rambler I don't sleep on a regular mattress, and for the last several years I've gone through a series of air mattresses for the sake of moving-day convenience. I've seen at least one (maybe more) such air mattresses being used as a raft, as we all have witnessed. My nest is rather inelegant, but it is warm and dry. I can eat, drink, and be merry when I choose. I don't have to drive very much so I don't have to buy much gasoline. For these things I'm grateful.
Metaphorically, we have been thrown a curve ball. Mixed metaphorically, we have been kicked in the balls. We just lost one of the coolest cities we had -- at least it will never be what it was. I never made it there, but now I wish I had. I figured there was plenty of time to get around to it. I did spend a wonderful weekend in Gulf Shores Alabama, and I wanted to move there, but the thought crossed my mind that I wouldn't want to deal with a hurricane.
I think things will get harder for all of us. The politicos in power can now blame everything on Katrina, which is lucky for them because they wrung all of the excuses for what they couldn't do for us out of 911 for the sake of their wars and elections. I wonder what kind of preparations were being made for our security (isn't that sort of their job now?). So if someone drops a dirty bomb on Albuquerque, will they all shrug their shoulders and say, "Oh yeah, we didn't think of that... wait here in the Walmart parking lot for five days while we try to find you a bus." I don't know. OK, I'm done. Onward, and let's all do what we can to help.
I'm going to have to write about Katrina, because if I don't I won't be able to do anything else. I've been cruising the blogs over a cup of jo, and it seems that I'm part of a shared sense of loss and sadness this morning. After a fairly sleepless night (not unusual for me) I finally woke up to the sunlight and the daily wake up call of the garbage truck banging and beeping as it wrestled with the dumpster below my apartment. Then I hit the remote and watched and dozed through the local news and then some of Good Morning America.
I guess I can say this; I have to count my blessings. For example, since I'm such a rambler I don't sleep on a regular mattress, and for the last several years I've gone through a series of air mattresses for the sake of moving-day convenience. I've seen at least one (maybe more) such air mattresses being used as a raft, as we all have witnessed. My nest is rather inelegant, but it is warm and dry. I can eat, drink, and be merry when I choose. I don't have to drive very much so I don't have to buy much gasoline. For these things I'm grateful.
Metaphorically, we have been thrown a curve ball. Mixed metaphorically, we have been kicked in the balls. We just lost one of the coolest cities we had -- at least it will never be what it was. I never made it there, but now I wish I had. I figured there was plenty of time to get around to it. I did spend a wonderful weekend in Gulf Shores Alabama, and I wanted to move there, but the thought crossed my mind that I wouldn't want to deal with a hurricane.
I think things will get harder for all of us. The politicos in power can now blame everything on Katrina, which is lucky for them because they wrung all of the excuses for what they couldn't do for us out of 911 for the sake of their wars and elections. I wonder what kind of preparations were being made for our security (isn't that sort of their job now?). So if someone drops a dirty bomb on Albuquerque, will they all shrug their shoulders and say, "Oh yeah, we didn't think of that... wait here in the Walmart parking lot for five days while we try to find you a bus." I don't know. OK, I'm done. Onward, and let's all do what we can to help.
posted by Dan Thomason | 8:42 AM
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