lovely rita
I’ve been so quiet lately that I’ve missed a whole bunch of good stories. So, rather than blah blah at you for pages and pages, I’ll keep the continuity and just stick the little stories in between my normal day-to-day stuff.
I’ll make sure I let you know which little stories are outside of the timeline.
Those of you who have been tracking my movements and, say, tracking the tropical activity in the southeast region, may have noticed that we seem to be, well, magnets. Yes, just as last week (?) we were brushed by Ophelia, tonight and tomorrow we will come in relatively close contact with Rita. Had we stayed in the Tampa area, we would have been free and clear, but Punta Gorda is far enough south that we should get some of the wind and rain from this hurricane.
My concerns about staying here were quickly allayed. This place is amazing. Truthfully, I feel like I am living in the very loving lap of luxury here. I am honestly driven to tears by how lucky I feel to be here. A gorgeous waterfront condo, beautiful sunsets, people who check in on us. It’s just good. In every sense of the word. I’m so glad I have a few days here—we bought groceries, can do laundry, can empty the car and repack it so it doesn’t look like a bomb went off.
Nagin wisely rescinded the repopulation order this afternoon in light of Rita. I am so glad to see him continue to be smart about this. He was smart, so smart, to say that the people who can move back should—who better to help recover the city than us? But he was also smart to say that Rita was too much of a threat to ignore. I feel bad, of course, for my friends who were intending to be first in line to get back in on Wed. That was never an option for me. But it would have been movie-eque—bad B-Movie-esque—had New Orleans been opened and then Rita flooded the city again.
I’ll make sure I let you know which little stories are outside of the timeline.
Those of you who have been tracking my movements and, say, tracking the tropical activity in the southeast region, may have noticed that we seem to be, well, magnets. Yes, just as last week (?) we were brushed by Ophelia, tonight and tomorrow we will come in relatively close contact with Rita. Had we stayed in the Tampa area, we would have been free and clear, but Punta Gorda is far enough south that we should get some of the wind and rain from this hurricane.
My concerns about staying here were quickly allayed. This place is amazing. Truthfully, I feel like I am living in the very loving lap of luxury here. I am honestly driven to tears by how lucky I feel to be here. A gorgeous waterfront condo, beautiful sunsets, people who check in on us. It’s just good. In every sense of the word. I’m so glad I have a few days here—we bought groceries, can do laundry, can empty the car and repack it so it doesn’t look like a bomb went off.
Nagin wisely rescinded the repopulation order this afternoon in light of Rita. I am so glad to see him continue to be smart about this. He was smart, so smart, to say that the people who can move back should—who better to help recover the city than us? But he was also smart to say that Rita was too much of a threat to ignore. I feel bad, of course, for my friends who were intending to be first in line to get back in on Wed. That was never an option for me. But it would have been movie-eque—bad B-Movie-esque—had New Orleans been opened and then Rita flooded the city again.
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