It’s clear you think that I’m inferior
Whatever helps you sleep at night
Whatever helps you keep it tight
I’ll certainly miss the rain here. It may drench the already-soupy air further but I love it. Obviously, I wouldn’t want to be here if it rained too much. That wasn’t a concern when I lived on the Gulf Coast as a youth. My parents worried about hurricanes and such. I was a kid. We were excited and happy to get a few days off from school (this was before they started requiring “make-up days”).
That freedom isn’t quite available anymore.
Nowadays, I have to worry about it. I have to remember we’re living in a bowl that’s flooded more than once and been destroyed by water more than once. (Also by fire, but that’s beside this point.)
I have to think about how we get ourselves (and in “ourselves” I include George, Jeff, Carl and Mel) and our valued belongings out of town without a vehicle. My current plan is to bail early. Is it in the Gulf of Mexico? Is it predicted to even brush New Orléans? The Mississippi River is maybe 15-20 blocks away, if that. We out.
It’s not something fun to think about because it’s not something that seems fun, especially if your worst fears do, in fact, make landfall. But, beyond naming the local natural disasters, I certainly didn’t give considerable thought to their possible impact on our lives.
How often do we consider the large disasters that regularly cause destruction in our chosen relocation destination? Weather – the normal, day-to-day highs and lows – may be worried over. Regularly occurring natural disasters, however, are given much less thought. Hurricanes and tornadoes and floods and mudslides and polar vortices and more. These are present in mind only when we, or someone else causes us to, call it to mind.
But when, except in retrospect in the aftermath, do we focus so intently on life’s possible disasters?
Entries are much more difficult to write now. Maybe they’ll start flowing more easily after some time and practice.