i feel bad updating without replying to folks in their journals, but i think under the circumstances, y'all can forgive me. sitting in a hotel room in Houston, still. Rhys got here yesterday, and we're planning on heading out this afternoon. hopefully we can make it to Memphis tonight, and from there to Ralleigh, and then to Rhys' home town of Washington, NC.
we found our houses on a sattelite picure yesterday. it's a few days old, so there's no telling what's happened between now and then. Keating, Dakota, and Jerry's neighborhood is totally flooded. the big pecan tree in Rhys' and my backyard fell over, but luckily it fell away from the house. unfortunately, "away from the house" = on the shed, where all our tools and sculpture are.
our friend Gipson snuck into the city on Tuesday or Wednesday. they stole bikes and rode three hours to the city, then stole a canoe to go rescue his uncle's dog. not sure if they got the dog, but they ended up rescuing a few people who were still stranded. he said his neighborhood, which is around where Snake's is, was still okay. but again, that was earlier this week.
and days seem like weeks, and i've been here for a week and it seems like a year. and i'm tired but thankful- i have so much compared to a lot of people. i've got a place to stay, i've got my dogs and the people i love are out of harm's way.
i feel so helpless and lame sitting here. i feel like i should be doing something. thankfully i'm too focused on getting to a solid base of operations right now to think too much on any of this mess. it boggles the mind. it still doesn't feel real. i remember watching the television when Andrew hit, and the tsunami in Asia, and it feels like that- like it's happening to someone else, far away enough for me not to be affected. but it's not. this isn't a vacation. i can't go home. not for a long time. i don't know what there will be to come back to when i do come back. i don't know if i want to come back.
i can't watch the television any more because i get too angry. i'm not going to even get started on that one.
i don't know. i don't know what i'm going to do. funny, i'd finally felt that i had my life turned around and that things were looking up. and i reckon they still are. at least i'm still moving, breathing, living... i'll crawl out of this one, too.
much love to all.
-Hyena.
we found our houses on a sattelite picure yesterday. it's a few days old, so there's no telling what's happened between now and then. Keating, Dakota, and Jerry's neighborhood is totally flooded. the big pecan tree in Rhys' and my backyard fell over, but luckily it fell away from the house. unfortunately, "away from the house" = on the shed, where all our tools and sculpture are.
our friend Gipson snuck into the city on Tuesday or Wednesday. they stole bikes and rode three hours to the city, then stole a canoe to go rescue his uncle's dog. not sure if they got the dog, but they ended up rescuing a few people who were still stranded. he said his neighborhood, which is around where Snake's is, was still okay. but again, that was earlier this week.
and days seem like weeks, and i've been here for a week and it seems like a year. and i'm tired but thankful- i have so much compared to a lot of people. i've got a place to stay, i've got my dogs and the people i love are out of harm's way.
i feel so helpless and lame sitting here. i feel like i should be doing something. thankfully i'm too focused on getting to a solid base of operations right now to think too much on any of this mess. it boggles the mind. it still doesn't feel real. i remember watching the television when Andrew hit, and the tsunami in Asia, and it feels like that- like it's happening to someone else, far away enough for me not to be affected. but it's not. this isn't a vacation. i can't go home. not for a long time. i don't know what there will be to come back to when i do come back. i don't know if i want to come back.
i can't watch the television any more because i get too angry. i'm not going to even get started on that one.
i don't know. i don't know what i'm going to do. funny, i'd finally felt that i had my life turned around and that things were looking up. and i reckon they still are. at least i'm still moving, breathing, living... i'll crawl out of this one, too.
much love to all.
-Hyena.
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