09/07/2005 Entry: "Still Under Water."

It'd be the truth to tell you that I've been busy, but only a part of the truth. I'm just hanging on here, trying not to fall into the ocean.

The work comes in, not a small amount but a torrent, a deluge...a flood...and I can't help but feel guilty for even considering using the same words to describe my comfortable life here above a fault line to the struggle of those in Louisiana and Mississippi. But at the same time, I'm also considering the aluminum siding method of being a drama queen about it. My relatives are in the North part of the state, the Boyfriend's niece finished school there this year. My web friends from New Orleans are safe and it's possible their home will even be standing when they return. So personal loss? Negligible. And yet I've had Louisiana 1927 running through my mind for more than a week now.

But if it takes being a drama queen to get me to donate to the relief effort, then that's what it'll take. It took me long enough to comment, true, but I'm just doing what the government is doing but scaling it down a little?

"President Coolidge came down in a railroad train
With a little fat man with a note-pad in his hand
The President say, "Little fat man isn't it a shame
what the river has done to this poor crackers land."

Last month The Boyfriend and I were talking about vacation options, and I'd said I always wanted to see New Orleans, and that maybe this was the year. Oops. I can't help but think about the pictures of us on top of the Twin Towers of New York, the trip we planned to Spain on September 11, 2001 (where we'd planned a train trip to Barcelona.) The visit to London to take the Underground around the city. I already have a complex about disasters following me. Now it seems they're coming in advance. Please be careful Tokyo, Amsterdam, Chicago. I didn't mean to say your names out loud but they just came out. As for us, we're just hanging on here, trying not to fall into the ocean.