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Life goes on

Why should that bother me so much? Life does go on. What affects one group of people doesn't affect another. However, it's bothering me today to see the destruction of so much, see so many people (including family) who are left with nothing, and watch people bitch about their job, their kids, how hot it is where they are, or other matters. Just for a minute think that there are people out there that don't know the fate of family, friends, pets and belongings and lay off the criticism of others for just a minute.

I've been spending a lot of time today trying to find out information about my father-in-law's house in Slidell - it sounds like that portion of town is still underwater and was hit hard. I've been reading on a Slidell discussion room where people were asking for information on certain areas of town, or if people had heard about schools, hospitals, family members and friends. Several people actually ATTACKED them for 'wasting time and space' with these trivial requests and that they should leave the board for more general information and 'official' notices. You know what, jerks? If the guy on there who had to leave his five week old twins in the NICU at the hospital while he was forced to evacuate is able to hear from someone that the hospital is doing fine, they just had to move up a couple of floors, then it was WORTH IT. It didn't bother me to read through six pages of posts to see that, and I'm sure he felt the same way.

/rant off

Ok, now that I've got THAT off my chest (people bother me sometimes)...

We have the cell phone for my brother-in-law and have heard that they are somewhere in Alabama. I'm trying to get in touch with them tonight, to talk them into coming here for a while. We've got the room and it is closer when they ARE able to go back and check on things. Ok, honestly, as cheesy as this sounds (I know you'll think that, Scott!) I really just want to give them all a hug (even the dumb attack dog) and make it REAL that they are ok. I want them to know anything we have is theirs until they get back on their feet.

Mostly? I remember when I moved to the New Orleans area how PUT OUT I was by the way total strangers used terms of endearment for you, hugged you, and acted a little too close. I quickly learned it is part of the charm of the area. People are friendly, and they really do care. (Yeah, they are stubborn as all hell, but they are friendly!) To think of that entire area never being the same, to be destroyed in so many ways....well, I just want to give back some of what they taught me.