enduringplum: (Sienna)
( Aug. 28th, 2006 09:31 pm)

I've felt like crying all day, which I'm sure has been a common feeling in New Orleans all week; tomorrow is the anniversary of hurricane Katrina and I'm feeling it acutely. 

A year ago tomorrow our lives were changed irrevocably. My boyfriend and I lost all our material possessions and our community, but at least none of our friends or family died due to The Storm. Still, things are hard, but through my depression and anxiety I am still optimistic that things will get better. . . eventually.

I just hope that, like the terrorist attacks on the World Trade Center, we are not forgotten. More lives might have been lost in those attacks, but just as many lives have been deeply scarred by hurricane Katrina. It also disturbs me that the clean up of New Orleans is being criticized as too slow, but the clean up of the World Trade Center was an unbelievably slow process and of a much smaller space; that was just a few city blocks, but Katrina devastated an entire city and the surrounding metropolitan areas.

Every time a new tropical disturbance develops, I get nervous, and I'm horribly nervous about leaving the area for any reason; the last time I did, when I got back absolutely nothing of my previous life was the same.

The president is staying in the hotel across the street from the Doubletree Hotel New Orleans, which is where my dad works and my parents live part-time (they move between it and their FEMA trailer). I wish I could just run across the street and casually tell him to go fuck himself, but I would never manage it; after all, that kind of behavior just isn't becoming of a southern woman.

enduringplum: (Mystique)
( Jan. 19th, 2006 11:13 am)
In addition to a replacement Rider-Waite, my mom bought me a small, Art Nouveau Tarot and I recently bought myself the Londa Tarot (I actually bought it for use in playing Gnostica, but I'm playing around with reading with it, too.). The Londa Tarot is a bizarrely illustrated deck that I can best descibe as the "80s hair band deck."

Now that I'm learning to read a couple new Tarot decks as well as refreshing myself on the Rider-Waite, I really wish I still had that little Tarot journal that I hadn't even filled half way; I did some shopping around on Amazon and some Googling, but it must be out-of-print, so I doubt I'll be able to find myself a new one. I mainly want it because writing in it about my readings and personal interpretations would be cathartic and that particular journal is designed so well for just that kind of reflection.
enduringplum: (Timid)
( Oct. 15th, 2005 01:04 am)

Going back to New Orleans tomorrow, I can't wait. I'm not too thrilled about going to look at the house, but it has to be done; I'm going to see if there's anyway to salvage any of my clothes, but I'm not being too optimistic.

I'll still miss losing all my art, books, comics, and graphic novels the most, not to mention all the special, irreplaceable gifts I'd been given over the years. Next time I'm forced to run from a hurricane those will be the things I take with me.

Errands, Et Cetera )

enduringplum: (Perfect Powder)
( Oct. 9th, 2005 09:47 pm)

A Very Girly Post )

enduringplum: (Sepia Geisha)
( Sep. 9th, 2005 02:56 pm)
For the last several days any time I've eaten I've immediately become extremely nauseated, although I've only vomited once. At first I was trying to convince myself that I had somehow caught a bug, but I've finally accepted that it has to be emotional and that's okay. Fibromyalgia is exacerbated by stress and powerful emotions and I'm certainly experiencing all of that right now.

It's hard to believe that all my possessions have been ruined, but I'm slowly coming to grips with it. I'm certain that my comic book collection, the one I began when I was twelve years old, has been completely ruined. All my books on magic and the metaphysical have also all been destroyed, in that case, as have my roleplaying books that I'd so carefully collected over the years. All of my complete drawings will have been totally saturated by now, right along with my collection of tarot cards. I doubt I'll have any clothes left untouched by the foul, fetid flood waters and all the furniture will need to be replaced, except possibly the metal and glass kitchen table, but probably it, too. My favorite hemp bedspreads, each a totally unique work of art, will be ruined by now, too dirty to ever be made clean again. The plaster walls of our house have no doubt soaked up a good deal of the flood waters, so when the water recedes they'll harbor mildew, to which I'm horribly allergic (it can kill me if I'm exposed to it long enough) and the beautiful, hardwood floors have undoubtedly swollen and buckled.

Many of the things I'd collected over the years cannot be replaced, but none of them are anything I need to live. We can build a new house, buy new clothes and furniture, we can fill it with the things we love again, but that doesn't make it any easier. Being with my friends or having Allen* here would make things less difficult, but that isn't an option right now, so I'll just continue waiting. I'm just so impatient.
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