I just want to second what Holly Wynne says here. There’s not a soul alive who hasn’t seen news footage of something happening to some OTHER place they know. But when it’s the places you hang out, the places you see every day, the roads you drive down…
I mean, I was going to live to be an old age and then die and haunt the back end of the Country Music Hall of Fame and Museum. It’s under water. My hauntin’ spot is ruined.
And I’m trying to be funny, but it’s making me cry.
So, yeah, I was glad Keith Olbermann remembered us tonight.
They’ve been sandbagging at Metrocenter (in it’s pre-industrial life, it was a swamp of sorts, so you know it’s happy to flood again if it can), but if the levee breaks before the water gets back down below flood stage, we’ll lose our internet. So… if posting becomes more sporatic, that’s what’s going on with that.
I’m having a hard time tonight, I’ll just say. I want everything back, shiny and clean. I want little old couples trying to get to church to not end up dead behind the grocery store. You know, just small things.
The hardest part is that some places are fine. You’re driving along and everything looks like it normally does and then you turn a corner or come over a hill or cross a bridge and there is all the terribleness. And for some people it’s over. And for some people it’s ongoing.
And I feel so bad. I guess it’s survivor’s guilt. I feel so strange that, for us, it just kind of stinks. For others, it means nothing, and for others, it sucks. And for others… I mean, what they’ve lost… it’s too much.