Katrina’s wake
No, not my Katrina. THAT Katrina. Hurricane Katrina.
My thoughts and prayers are with the families in Louisiana and Mississippi following Hurricane Katrina.
I grew up on the coast of North Carolina, so my family and I know what it’s like to live through hurricanes. Big ones, little ones, concurrent ones. We’ve been evacuated, we’ve been without power, plumbing, telephone and fresh water for days, we’ve had holes through the roof when trees fell into our house - often more than one and on more than one occasion. As a little girl, I remember sleeping in sleeping bags in our hallway so that we wouldn’t be near flying glass. I’ve “showered” in our back yard using water from jugs. I’ve had many a meal cooked over a tiny propane campstove. And my mother has been rushed to the hospital for carbon monoxide poisoning when the generator that was used for back-up power pumped it into the house.
And as horrible as things seem at the time, they always get better thanks to family, friends, neighbors, well-wishers and law enforcement. Not necessarily what you want to think about at the time, when it seems darkest, but it’s true.
So, I am thinking good thoughts for all of the folks down that way… Hang in there.