I Am So Pathetic

I am writing with a refill to my Sensa pen.

We Made It

Well, I am thankful that there is nothing to report as far as hurricane weather is concerned, though the folks in Florida are telling a different story. It is terrible to sit and watch a big storm brewing and to be able to track it, and to wish it away from where you are but also away from where anyone else is. The worst thing that hapened in my neighborhood is that a tree got struck by lightening cross the street, and, by way of boredom, I had to sit through "Herbie" with my two kids. Charles would pitch a fit--even the cars are breeders.

Back to my life as an insecure poet.

FREAK OUT MODE

I don't know if this has made it to the national news or not, but Louisiana is facing the second big storm in a week. In fact, the debris from Tuesday is still in the streets--trees down, large branches, etc. My brother only got power back last night.

And now we are facing this category four storm. It's over Cuba now, and in the next 12 hours we'll have a good idea of where it might head. The forecasters are saying the Pensacola area, but the storm does keep moving west, which reminds me of last year when until the last second Ivan was headed straight up THE MOUTH OF THE MISSISSIPPI RIVER.

Jefferson Parish has ignored the contraflow plans and called for an early evacuation of residents. This means that my mom is coming over tonight. It also means that the roads will be congested when we leave--Mayor Ray Nagin of New Orleans has not yet made a decision. I live in Mandeville, but I follow Nagin's orders because my home is on Lake Pontchartrain, which receives drainage from NO. So any flooding there means flooding here.

Evacuation is so stressful. I really don't want to have to leave. But just in case I am getting everything ready--insurance papers, emergency meds., important records, etc.