Hurricane Katrina
Date: Sep 8th, 2005 8:31:16 pm - Subscribe
Mood: inspired
Where the Streets Have No Name: Pray for those where the streets have disappeared...
Well, I have finally had a minute to write.
This business with the hurricane has me worn out. I cannot keep away from the news of it. but I found a way to try and help.
I have been helping families and loved ones to get in contact with one another, and searching for info via the Internet.
I do wonder what in the world tropical storm Ophelia is doing just hanging around off the coast of Florida...it's almost as if she is just waiting to strike, making her choice, thinking about where to go. Even the meteorologists can't seem to agree on where Ophelia might go...and all the while, Ophelia hovers over the water, gathering stregth, because that's what hurricanes do. As long as they're over the water, they can build up their power.
Glad I don't live there. But, then again, we may have a tornado next spring. Oh, well.
Katrina is interesting in that it is a historical anomaly. Katrina has far surpassed the damage, strength, and loss of life and property that Andrew, Camille, and even the Galveston episode of a hundred years ago all produced.
It is a meteorologist's dream and a citizen's nightmare.
It is a photographer's treasure chest and a heart's breaking point.
It is a complete tragedy, the likes of which I cannot seem to find in the annals of world history. Except, perhaps, for the annhilation of the Jews in WWII. But as far as natural disasters go, this seems to be unprecedented. Very interesting to those of us with a journalistic and photograhic bent. But very distressing for those who are living through it...which in turn, breaks my heart. I want to help them all, and take them all in.
On another note, much lighter...we have acquired a pony that my daughter is in love with. She was cheap, and I can see why. She has mastitis, which to be honest, is not really an expensive illness to deal with. But nobody really wanted to deal with it, and she has been passed around a bit. (Typical for me...I seem to be the halfway house for everything with a problem. I should be a vet tech by now.)
Zoe, as she is known, is a dream of a pony. She is very gentle, and quite cooperative, which is a great thing, considering she is under the weather. She is cooperating well with her therapy. Even the antibiotic that I had to buy wasn't SO pricey, and the vet gave it to me upon my own assessment of the horse. I am so happy to see all my research and knowledge of equines is still building, and comes in handy. But I really wish I would quit choosing all the hard cases that nobody wants! I am SUCH a sucker.
I think that Zoe will be very happy here with us, though. Her name means "life", and she will indeed have a new life living with us. All my animals don't do too badly!
Well, I gotta go. Doctoring horses is way more fun to me than cleaning the bathroom, but the shower looks atrocious, and the dishes need to be done, so....
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Hurricane Katrina
Date: Sep 1st, 2005 9:40:54 pm - Subscribe
Mood: mortified
This is making me ill.
It's like...a beautiful train wreck. One cannot take their eyes off of it. You can't help looking at it.
My heart breaks for these people, and yet-- I am SO angry at some of them. Some of them are complete idiots. (Of course, THOSE people were complete idiots BEFORE the storm hit. But I digress.)
I am trying to coordinate a communication link, for those who need to get a hold of family members down South, or those who ARE down there, that need to let loved ones know they're okay. Or even those who are ALL down there, but need to reconnect. Communications-- cell phones, landlines, everything-- has been completely sketchy to nil in the last 5 days. People need to reconnect. My family already donated to the Red Cross. Aside from physically going down there and helping somehow, there is really nothing else we can do. We would just be in the way, anyway.
But maybe, by offering a place to get reconnected, we can help.
If we can reconnect even just two people, I will feel as if we have contributed in some way.
If anyone needs to relay a message, or get in touch with someone who can, please PLEASE feel free to email me at:
imaginationranch@hotmail.com
I know of some ham radio operators in my area (south central Illinois, the Midwest), and I can get people to help. I also have high speed wireless Ibnternet, always on. IO have a cell phone (it's our house phone too), and would be happy to make the necessary phone calls or whatever. I'm here. I can help.
Otherwise...this is all wearing on my brain, to have to see it every time the tv is on. and yet, you want to check back in every so often, to see what has developed. It's like seeing the wreck on the interstate. You HAVE to look.
I can't imagine how the people down there are doing.
This is like all the earthquake scenarios I have ever seen in Cali when I lived out there. Only times ten. It's like 911 all over again...and then some.
All we can REALLY do for these people is to pray.
Other than that, I'll be happy to try and help someone get connected with loved ones, either direction.
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Sunday
Date: Aug 29th, 2005 12:20:51 am - Subscribe
Mood: sunny
I like Sundays. I am liking them more and more. I feel as if I'm coming out of a dark spot in my life. Not that my life itself has been dark. Just my vision...like it's been clouded. Actually, I guess my mind has been cloudy.
But my outlook is clearing up somewhat, and maybe I'll be all right after all.
I'm even thinking of maybe joining the choir at church. Wow.
Too bad I'm suffering so from hay fever today. That sucks out loud. (Oops! There's that negative bit again! But allergies DO suck!) I am tired of itchy-sneezy!
Well, back to the family jams...should be a nice evening tonight.
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Like Watching Paint Dry...
Date: Aug 25th, 2005 7:53:58 pm - Subscribe
Mood: deflated
Waiting for this Aeonity site to load is like watching paint dry. Actually, watching paint dry WOULD be more productive than sitting here on my butt watching my blog load. At least my bathroom would look better if I painted it.
I wonder why it's so slow to load? I have high speed wireless amazing high tech modern day Internet, for which I pay an exorbitant amount of money. What gives?
I have to go clean the house now. The insurance agent will be here about 3:30 to get all our info and get our homeowners coverage back on track. The kids will be home shortly too, and that will be the end of any time on the pc for me.
I wanted to go to WalMart today to do the shopping, but that didn't happen, because at 5:15 this a.m., we had our main electrical cable fry out. $300.00 later, we now have electricity in the house. But it wasn't restored till 1:30 this afternoon.
Oh, well. everything can't always go MY way, I guess.
In fact, it doesn't seem to EVER go my way.
Oh, well.
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Whatever...here I am!
Date: Aug 25th, 2005 7:26:12 pm - Subscribe
Mood: confused
????
I wound up here because my daughter has a blog here.
My journal entries are usually not that exciting. I keep a private online journal that would probably get me locked up in the nut house if anyone I knew ever read it...I have some very unpleasant episodes in my mind, at times.
I want to be a writer, but that has really gone nowhere. After all, who really wants to read about my mental imbalances?
I'm trying my hand at photography, and I'm pretty good, I think. But again, I really don't know what to DO with it. Not making any money at it, anyway. (You can view my work at www.webshots.com, my albums are under imaginationranch in the search.) I used to paint, watercolors, and drawings in pen and ink, and colored pencil on occasion....haven't done that in years, been too busy being a Mom (kids, if you are reading this, don't take it personally. I've got other outlets. I just got tired of having to share my art supplies with you, and cleaning them off of walls.)
I'm supposed to be training a horse, but that's going nowhere very fast. I never have time to ride or even work them out anymore. Thought I'd have all kinds of time when the kids went back to school. Hasn't happened yet. Hmm.
I have great kids, and a husband who loves me in spite of my ideosyncracies...and I really don't know what I'm doing here. I haven't figured that out yet. Used to think I would be all kinds of things "when I grew up".
Now that I'm grown up, I'm none of them.
Now what?
Well, here is my blog.
Maybe I'll like it better over here than over at my private journal site. Who knows.
Let me know if you ever figure out what it was I'm supposed to be when I grow up.
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