How are you doing?
“Fine” won’t cut it. None of us are “fine” right now. If you think you are, you’re in denial.
I’m stepping back for a moment to focus on all of you, personally. Yes, I know it seems incredibly self-indulgent to some to focus on yourself rather than the victims of this horrendous tragedy, but when I put on my “mother” hat, I have to remind you all that you’re no good to anyone if you don’t take care of yourselves.
Are you smoking way too much (like me)? Are you drinking too much? Are you eating? Are you overeating? Are you sleeping? Are you hugging your children and your pets? Are you going outside? Are you praying or meditating? Are you finding any comfort? Are you talking about all of this? Are you writing (i just can’t seem to stop)? Are you reading too much or too little? Are you planning in case something like this happens to you? Are you taking deep breaths? Are you looking at your own life and thinking about changes? Are you heartbroken? Are you crying too much or not enough? Are you hitting things? Are you taking out your anger on those you love? Are you completely shut down? Are you feeling anything? Are you feeling too much?
How are you doing?
In the aftermath of 9/11, I felt a deep, deep sadness that lasted for a very long time. My head was cloudy for a month. I was stunned. I had help to get through that because I also have PTSD and needed to learn how to cope.
This is different. I have been extremely anxious – wanting to jump through the TV screen to help snatch people off their rooftops – to feed and give water to those who are starving and dying. I’m angry. I’m frustrated. I’m deeply hurt. I can’t stay away from the coverage. I feel powerless. I fear that things won’t change. I feel like jumping in and overthrowing your government (note to FBI/CIA monitors: I am a peaceful, unarmed person and am not seriously planning such a thing, so go screw yourselves).
I have better coping skills all these years later, but I have to be careful – as do all of you.
Please take care of yourselves and don’t allow yourself to become another victim of this tragedy.
To the lurkers out there: if you want to share what you’re going through, but don’t feel comfortable doing so here, e-mail me or talk to someone. Just do something. We need your strength to get through this too.
Much love to Booman, Susan and all of you for all of the work you’ve been doing to keep us all informed. You have no idea how much it means to me to be back with all of you to deal with this. You know my heart and you speak my words when I’m unable to. Virtual hugs to all of you.
I think I’m ready to cry now.
This is just plain hard.
We all shed our tears, cannot stop them I fear.
I am having a hard time writing, words are not coming easily. Can’t turn the news off , can’t watch anything but, can’t so anything but watch in case I miss something, don’t know really. Many things do not seem so important now, a week ago seems a year.
But I am pulling out of it a little and focusing on what I can do to help, volunteer for, donate to urging others to prepare.
Most of all trying to keep the winds of change at my back to push me on as Infidel so aptly put in his diary today.
Hugs to you, Catnip, sincerely. We are all crying, all mourning.
Thanks for the hugs, Diane. That means a lot to me.
Started sleeping again, with a little help from tylenol pm. THe knot on my chest has largely dissipated, but there are waves of anxiety that catch me unawares. My sister is safe, and tomorrow we go to rescue our cats.
I’m contemplating going to N.O. this week with a group that says they have it worked out(to get into the city). I filed for FEMA disaster relief, which was suprisingly simple.
I got grouchy with my sister then caught myself. I’m going to file for food stamps. And I am going to look for work.
How can we help you? I want to do something.
You are helping. We’re fine. There are many who aren’t. Document, document, document.
I’ll do that but if there’s anything I can do to help you personally, please don’t hesitate to e-mail me. I’m poor and I understand the challenges, but I’m not so poor that I can’t chip in a few bucks and some compassion to help out a fellow Tribber.
Are you sure hon?Cause Ms shymoneybags is right here!
ummm…supersoling…you gave me a 2 for that comment and question? I don’t understand.
Beautiful diary catnip, I’ll try to make it up to you…maybe it was just a slip of a hand on their part.
I’m so sorry Catnip :o( I didn’t see it when I hit the rate button. Now I’m gonna search all your diaries and comments and fill them up with fours to make up for it :o)
You can change your rating here you know.
lol – no problem. I thought it must have been a slip. It happens to all of us now and then. 🙂
BAD BOY! Now I will make you shave!:P
The empathy and helplessness is numbing. I swear the one thing we in America can count on is when you think you’ve seen and heard it all…something more outrageous happens- Never was so outraged and angry as I’ve been since the millenium started with BUSHCO at the helm.
Sadly we’re getting to the point of no return.
Researching, still gathering information from the beginning of the storm. Gathering and reading.
Angry. Angry. Angry.
Going for looooong walks. Eating sweets. Heart ready to burst through chest.
Angry. Angry. Angry.
Sad. Sad. Sad.
Thanks for asking. Take care of yourself.
I am doing all I can to contain my anger. I am not holding back what I am feeling anymore though. I am disgusted, sad, angry, crying, sleepless, restless, want to be doing more. I am calling, faxing, writing emails, writing LTE(think I will be published this week as they called to verify I wrote the LTE), sending used items to Brinnainne for Austin shelters.
Tried for a diversion Sat. night and went to the SDSU/UCLA game here and it was awful. First all I could see on that football field was cots and storm shocked people. Then a 74 year old woman went into cardiac arrest right behind me. I felt for pulse and there was none. My son was a corpman in the Navy and jumped right in and got her on the ground and started CPR immediatly. She took a couple breaths and then stopped breathing again. Long story short, it took the EMTs ten fucking minutes to get there. They shocked her and got her going again. We hope that she made it. I went ballistic on the cops when they made excuses and blamed the stadium people for the slow response and lack of communication. I went off and told them hadn’t we heard that enough for one week? The anger I felt my friends…I really wanted to just slap the assholes but settled for a fuck it and walked away in disgust. So much for that diversion.
It seems that death is chasing the entire country right now in the form of this storm, making us pay attention. We can make this a turning point.
I’m just not so sure anymore. How many times we have thought this is the turning point. If they escape from this one we will never be the same.I am losing hope.
Isn’t it awful that we’ve become so cynical? I find myself thinking it’s just a matter of days, and they’ll be out of this pickle too…
And can I just vent for a minute? My mother is so angry and discgusted with my aunt’s “So what, they’ll start over” attitude towards the people of the Gulf Coast, she doesn’t want to speak to her again anytime soon. You see, my father’s family came here from Germany in 1949. They had family here who gave them a chance to start over after they lost everything in WW2, and my aunt can’t even empathize with the others who are in the same situation she was in as a child.
I am disgusted too.
They have not only divided our country but our families too. The one place we all should want to go for to console each other is family right? I Cannot talk to my sister. She is still defending Bush. I cannot believe we came from the same womb!
I empathize. I have tried to be the one in the family to act like family toward a niece now a wingnut blogger.
But I can’t anymore. I read her blog and I feel like Senator Landrieu said of Bush — I want to punch my niece, literally.
So I have decided to stop reading her wingcrap, to find a reason not to go to her family events the next time — and I was the only one of us who still went at all.
And if she pushes me on this, I will just have to finally tell her, flat out, that she is doing evil work with her wingnut blog. Evil work. You should see the wingcrap she wrote this week. She is part of mass murder.
I no longer can consort, even as a courtesy, with the enemy.
Other than that — yep, Catnip. Deep breaths. I go back to work tomorrow (teaching — school starts), and I will have work to distract me . . . for a while.
Would it be wrong to ask you where one might accidently stumble upon her wingnut blog? I have a morbid fascination with wingnuts and find myself drawn to their rantings. Kind of like being fascinated with plane crashes and the sinking of the Titanic.
I have that same morbid fascination…kind of like picking at a scab…you know it’s gross, you know it’ll hurt, but you do it anyway.
I tried to write a response to you and was denied access to the site again. Happened late last night also.
It is up to us, though, isn’t it? The outpouring of humanity to help us here in the south is very heartening. I suggest action as a counter to hopelessness.
I don’t know if anything I say will help. I could tell you of the outpouring of help in many forms, including Texans, strangers on the street, handing $100 bills to people I know who evacuated there.
Or the comments made by those volunteering in the Astrodome of the African Americans there, how strong and resilient they are, and that they are anxious to find work and get their lives started again.
This was and is a huge wake up call, and I hear and see most of humanity responding.
Thank you duranta for sharing your hope. I know I must continually plug into others hope in order to maintain my own. We shall get through this together right?
Lee….remember the three words I told you about not long ago?
NEVER GIVE UP
I hardly see you as losing hope. On the contrary, I see you doing so much more than most to give what you can to the fight. Your ability and drive to get out and fight says all anyone needs to know about your OPTIMISM and HOPE.
They might slip out of this, but even if they do, we aren’t going away. Nope, not ever.
Thank you Michael for your kind words. Just having a little slump in the spitfire today. Thank the Universe we have each other to hang on to. I seriously don’t know what I would do without this community and my family(excluding dear ol’ rep. sis)lol Keep in touch.
Wow. hugs Just when you thought you couldn’t take one more stressor… Huge kudos to you and your son for saving that woman! That’s incredible.
I know you’ve been very active throughout all of this, so please step back for a moment and at least know that you’ve been doing everything you can. That means a lot and will have an impact – there is no doubt about that. Keep going. You’re a shining example.
Oh Catnip, I so appreciate your words and your spirit. It does my heart so much good to see you back here and helping to lift our spirits. Thanks for just being you!!!!!!!!
Oh, catnip, thanks for asking — I feel like I am hanging on by a thread — I had to take Tylenol PM to get to sleep last night even after the allergy and cold medicine. Yes, I am smoking too much (but that has slowed a bit in the last two days because I can barely breathe at night and in the mornings from my chest congestion), yes, I am drinking too much, I am consciously slowing that as well (more iced tea, less beer).
I am heartbroken, and I am confused and a bit hurt by my husband’s reactions this past week — I really can’t tell if it’s a defense mechanism or if he is as indifferent as he seems…but I have decided that I have to just cut him slack right now, time enough later to ponder and talk, I am trying not to judge him.
This afternoon, if I feel better, I am going to drop off some bottles of bubbles and pads of construction paper and crayons somehwere — I will be doing a lot this week, alternating between bankruptcy stuff and relief efforts and my dissertation — have seriously been considering asking my chair if I can change my topic to something to do with this…..
I woke up this morning at 4 o’clock in a half-dream state, and felt like Winston Smith — everything is ok, they got there as fast as they could, they are doing everything they can, America is great, America is good, God Bless America — the propganda wants to work because my mind is traumatized, in the corner of my dream-consciousness, I was there silently screaming into the void…..
I played with my two year old a bunch this morning. i will stay strong and sane. I will.
Please take care of yourself! You’re doing so much. If there’s something I can do to help with your efforts, please let me know. hugs hugs
I would say the same right back to you — take good care of you and I will let you know if I can think of anything…..
Just providing a space to breathe and take a look at how we are all doing is great.
Oh dear- it’s so hard-I have to kick my own self in the ass every day-and dear hub just laughs at me and says-‘Rosie- you are one tough cookie-you know you and i can get through this’ and he is right- and this site is so full of strong people- you KNOW we can do it,we HAVE to.
Thanks for asking Catnip. It means a lot, but I think that as bad as we all may feel about what’s happening and how we’re coping with it, the criminal tragedy that’s unfolding on the gulf is more than enough of a reminder that it can always be much worse. Much worse. I am more angry than I’ve ever been in my life. Anger isn’t always a bad thing as long as it’s energy is channeled into positive action and that’s how I’m coping now. By using my anger to motivate myself and trying to motivate others to open their eyes once and for all. Because anyone who can see what is happening now and still refuses to get up and exercise their responsibility as an American citizen to hold their government accountable for it’s transgressions isn’t worth the time spent trying to convince them. No one here at Booman needs convincing anymore. That’s why I’m here :o)
due to the fact I have been working and out of my own enviroment an dnow have had a chnace to get back into the swing of this whole fucking mess, I am beside my self here at my home. I am so fucking pissed I can not place a word to even say anything. I am so angry that anger is not the word for it either. It took me at least 24 hours to get back on top of the situtation and I am furious and it is getting worse. We have a personal situtation here and it is nto getting better either. the situation is within my company and involves me more so each and every day. We need nephrologist and vascuar surgons badly and with all the displacement of the professionals now we sure could use them NOW!!! My company is just sitting here not doing one damn thing. We could solve two problems with only one solution and nothing is being done.
I can not go into it in depth but I can tell you this much it is beyond anger on my part.
HOw am I??????? well, I can tell you it aint pretty how I am. I am not pretty when I am mad and angery. I am just plain a bitch when I get like this. I have made more calls than I would like to have ever made in my position and now I feel just plain helpless. God, how can anyone feel good about this government of ours when the pull shit like this. What the hell are they trying to pull over our eyes now???!! It is a bunch of just plain shit and to hell with them. They sleep at night in their beds and they drink what they want and eat what they want…but not these ppl!!! hell now…..these are just plain evil.
I know where they will go when they take their last breath…..They better not try to take their own ice or water either…it will not help down there…..Damn them all to hell. NO I AM NOT FEELING GOOD AT ALL TODAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My ptsd is kidding in big time today….It is overpowering me btw. there is nto controlling it …not today…no matter how hard I try to control me.
I am signing off now. I have to do more. It is a must…
Brenda, I know how hard it is to deal with something so difficult when you’re dealing with personal stuff as well. Before I took my blogging break, the roomie situation here was nuts for a while and it just felt like it was all too much to handle. I tore a strip off my landlord for being such a spineless wimp. That surprised him because I’ve been here 3 years and had never gotten that angry at him. He actually was ashamed and avoided me for a while after that. Everything’s okay now. He knows that I tell him the truth and that he’s damn lucky to have me in this house to maintain order. Thankfully, there’s peace in the house now (how I wish I could afford my own place) and we’re moving on.
Anyway, please take care. You’ve been so helpful to the victims. Your anger will subside and your situation will get better. Just keep hanging onto us and we’ll help you through this. You have such a good heart.
My local community radio station is playing New Orleans jazz all afternoon today, and I am here crying and ironing some clothes to take the donation center.
Rage and disbelief are still keeping me up at night.
I keep dreaming about all of this. Sometimes, while I’m watching the TV coverage, I’ll play an online game for mindless entertainment. So, I’ve ended up dreaming about a mesh of the game and the news. It’s been very weird.
Ironing? IRONING??? Damm ya gotta be in a bad way if you are doing therapeutic IRONING– OMG- that is what I did on my wedding day to relieve stress-how funny!
I’m ironing, too. And chopping vegetables. Both are repetitive tasks that are a kind of meditation. I can just turn my brain off and focus on the little piece of cloth or carrot in my hand.
well, I had some clothes to donate and they are in good shape but they were at the back of my closet so they were terribly wrinkled and I kept thinking, I’ve good to get these in good shape, even though they’ll be stuffed in a box and sent, but they’ve got to be halfway decent for the person who needs them. A small pathetic way to show some respect.
Not a criticism- believe me– but I cannot be trusted with a cleaver in my hand right now!
That is very sweet of you! I was just sayin’- how funny to do ironing— I used it the same way- repetitive motion.
yeah, it was a kind of therapy, taking something so messed up and trying to make it smooth again…
I picked a bad year to stop smoking by an addiction/ stress aspect…
I really wish I could go back and convince my past self not to get into the snews business.
any time I see “brownie,” and his more frequent than p diddy (er diddy) ‘we’re doing a great job’ appearances, I get ill. So I’ve been catching up on the Cartoon Network to get my blood pressure down…
I could use a smoke right now though.
Don’t do it snell.
One of the biggest things I tell people flirting with starting smoking is– once you try to quit you gain a new sensation… what it’s like to have a “hunger” coming from your lungs…
So I’m staying away for now.
I want to know where the MIA fucking democratic party at nowadays!!???? Hows come I havent seen or heard anything out of their mouths…the only thing I heard from is clinton…he is republican lite nowadays. hows come I dont hear from rieid or shummer or durbin or any of the other democtatic congress. They are simply missing in action. I am fucking disappointed in all of them. All I see out front and center is the republican party members. All I have heard of is Al Gore out there doing something. Where the hell is the democtatic party!!?? Boy am I really pissed.
Trying to help where I can. I was able to spend some time at the Convention Center in Austin sorting donations and I’m going to try to get back down tomorrow when the kids are in school. I’m trying to not be all talk. I know, it must be much harder there as opposed to here. At least here, where it’s awful to be in the…well, not the middle of it but off to the west of it anyway… we’re able to feel like we can actually do something. Like Celine said – the money is good but they need water now.
I guess I’d say that I go from severe depression to severe rage. And back again.
The tragedy of this disaster weighs heavily on everyone I know. My son wanted me to capsulize in a couple of sentences the entire week. He was at work. So I emphasized Bush’s dirty-rotten-lying statement:
“I don’t think anybody could have anticipated a breach of the levees.”
Secondly, the offical federal government excuse for so many people dying while waiting to be rescued was that “no one could get in to help them.”
Then he started yelling. He had to go, he was at work.
Despite having to deal with the effects of my own low blood pressure, it all seems small in contrast to the difficulties that those on the gulf coast face. I’m angry and sickened at the inept fashion in which relief has been provided. Politics, unfortunately has taken precedence over the needs of all those victims. Terribly sad.
Thanks for asking, Catnip. I’ve stayed sane because of you all here and my other net friends. Well, sorta sane. Woke up today sick as a dog, though. I’m useless now, forced to rest.
You take care of yourself. We need you! Get all of the rest you need. We’ll still be here.
Down with a major cold picked up on vacation…physically, mentally, emotionally exhausted…pissed because this cold is going to delay my going down to the Red Cross to see if they’ll take my blood…made my monetary donation to the Red Cross last week and going to click the link for donation to HSUS for all the companion animals hurt by the disaster, as we’ve seen animals can be more reliable than people, especially this mis-Administration…
Oh, I’m just fine…how are you? 😉
I’m doing okay, but I’m really behind schedule here. I’m having a BBQ bday party this weekend – this is the first time since I can’t remember when that I’ve decided to have a bday party, so I have to get things together at the house here in preparation. It’s just a small affair but the darn cats keep piling up the dishes and leaving my clothes all over the place and I just can’t keep up! 😉
I need to take some time to clean up my space so I can be at peace where I live. I’ll be asking my guests to donate to the Red Cross in lieu of bday presents for me – as much as I love getting bath stuff. 🙂 I’ll continue blogging through my pain and will do whatever I can. If I could sit through endless hours of senate debates to blog live about what was going on, I can surely endure what’s going on now for the sake of the victims. You guys keep me going.
Thanks for asking!
(Not necessarily listed in order of occurrence)
I was having anxiety attacks and mounting anger. The anxiety has subsided and thankfully so has the anger. I am determined. Never before has the utter disregard for human life seemed so clear. The fact that these forkers ignore, then blame, then defend has never been so stark. I cannot believe that an entire American city is underwater, and that we abandoned an entire population. The magnitude of the loss and the disregard is setting in.
Now, oddly enough, I feel empowered. I think it is because I have no illusions about who and what our power structure is, and what their priorities are. If anyone tells me to be patient, I’m gonna punch ’em in the face.
I’ve called one of the senators – would have talked to both but only got through to one. Wrote an LTE. And now I’ve even written a diary entry. I keep telling myself I need to get a life!
Geez people – I couldn’t even read the thread- that is how I am doing- so no denial here- just heartbreak. OTOH there is gonna be a major outbreak in DC on Sept 24th- and I helped with that- so Tg for small favors- and I am an atheist. I wanna see some pics of all of you!!!Think it would be funny to see a whole buncha people all over the floor. Good grief– shades of 1973!
I appreciate your asking.
The senior citizens back in my hometown (pop 120) always say, “Fine”. But I know who’s suffering from what… mastectomies, cancers, heart ailments, stokes, etc. Yep, they’re “Fine.”
So now I say, when asked, “I’m fine.” And then I add, “in the rural sense of the word.” Most people get the drift.
I have a sneaking suspicion my un-fine-ness mainly started Nov 3, 2004. I really don’t think I’ve yet recovered from that one, just a roller coaster, not really depressed, but not much energy either.
I seem to have this obsession with information gathering and dissemination, with the blind hope that it will actually make a difference. Guess that’s why I’m here in the pond.
We didn’t have the internet that last time, ’69-’74. But now we do, and we’ll continue to enhance our use of it. I do believe these fascists have an Achilles heel, and our blogs will be the arrow (lance? I forget now.)
I am safe- I own my home outright- I own another one that is open to refugees-please just ASK!
How long would you be willing to have people there? I ask because I can post a notice at the convention center about it, if you’d like.
Of course, if it IS in VA, I have no idea how we would get the family there, but I guess that is something we could work out if anyone expressed an interest — one thing at a time (I have to keep telling myself that!!)
Email me about it if you want!
House is in Gloucester Point VA-3 BR 2 bath-fenced yard- there is a bed and some furniture-i could actually refurnish it if necessary- and supply the kitchen.
I know that this will sound terrible with all the bad that is happening, but I am doing great. My husband and I are in China and have been parents now for 8 days. Andrew is amazing, smiling and giggling, despite being moderately malnurished. I am unable to upload any photos and I probably will not be able to check back in on this site until this weekend, after we arrive home.
I hope that all are well and that the Tribers in the gulf region are safe.
I was thinking about the 3 of you yesterday! I’m glad to hear everyone is doing well and happy, even if in need more nourishment!
Congratulations on your little boy, Toni. How old is he? Was it a surprise to get a boy, or did you ask for one? Sorry to hear that he appears malnourished.
My second daughter was 15 months when she joined our family. It apppeared that the CWI had fed her formula which was composed of just cows milk and sugar, plus rice flour porridge, rice noodles and occasional steamed eggs. For the first couple of months she devoured everything offered to her. Now she’s as picky about what she eats as her big sister. This is very frustrating for us as parents/cooks, but at least seems to demonstrate she has the confidence/security to reject what we offer!
Do post a photo or two and a report on your experiences when you get home.
AWWWW– Congratulations,Toni!
Congratulations to the new parents.
Friends who adopted last year were concerned because the baby was malnourished, seriously underweight, hadn’t started talking, and didn’t walk. Within days, she was doing all of the above, and more. I think the individual attention may help the children as much as the food. Andrew will be fine. You and he are very lucky to have found each other.
I have a hard time just putting two and two together. There is still so much news coming in and so much incompetence that I have a hard time prioritizing stuff or getting a handle on things.
Thx for this thread catnip. I’ve been away from my computer most of the weekend. The pain has remained, knowing that so many Americans have lost their lives needlessly over the past week. It’s difficult because I feel so helpless, not knowing what more I can do than contribute some money to the Red Cross or other relief efforts. It’s nice to have a place to vent my frustrations, hoping that the people can get the help they need and deserve. Thx again.
I am feeling all of what you diaried. And then a little numb.
Years ago, it was my good fortune to meet Elizabeth Kubler Ross, as she presented her studies of the stages of grief and loss. I recognise those stages again, in trying to cope with this latest horror. I see many of us right now in the depression phase of it all. (Can’t maintain such powerful anger and rage for for too long and not harm ourselves.) Today, I just feel hopless..but I also know this will pass on by, in time, as all these stages do as cycle through them over and over. I know I’ll eventually find my way to some measure of acceptance, of however this all turns out: after I know I’ve done all I can, and it’s time to let go of what I cannot change, to focus on what I can change.. or “affect” . IN matters of this scope, that will porbably be just what is in my direct circle of influence; the people I deal with daily, in my own smaller world. If I can ride this though and find my balance again..and end up feeling like I am contributing to the greater good of even a few others, then I will be back on track. But it does take time, and willingness to deal with our own human reactions along the way.. SO thanks for this thread, Catnip…
I’m one of the only ones in my circles that understood 25 years ago that we were with certainty creating today’s world back then. So my outrage lost its freshness long before Bush the First took office, and I’ve had to take a marathon approach since then.
Our lives are inherently stressful so we made this past Spring a turning point, beginning to invest more mind and soul time in healthy activity including plenty of healthy cuddling.
One key is to remember that outside of campaigns or military or natural crises, the news can wait, so there’s almost always time to step away, feed the soul and pick up the struggle later.
Grief, loss, anger, shock, fury, rage. The final straw was the Editor & Publisher story yesterday that reported on Barbara Bush deigning to grace the AstroDome with her presence, where she said (paraphrase), “Well, those people were underprivileged, so this is an improvement for them.”
E&P, to its eternal credit, added a parenthetical comment to the story that as she said that, she “chuckled.” Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ!
Which helps to explain why her sociopathic, alcoholic, delusional, batshit crazy son is such a complete and utter failure as a useful human being.
I have had to stop talking to friends on the phone, because I go through the litany of horrors and, as I do, my voice rises, until I’m screaming, shouting, ranting. Thank you, Catnip, for this thread. Such wasn’t available after the September 11 attacks, when I ranted inside my head. Nice to be able to rant openly, and among friends.
I’ve signed on to an email loop to get information people are putting together to help those being evacuated to Otis Air Force Base, on Cape Cod.
This morning, my dog and I, with a friend and her two dogs, went for a long walk at low tide. The dogs ran on the rocky shore, chased whatever lives in the bushes there, rolled in the seaweed (P-eeew). For an hour, I could pretend this was still a republic, with a functioning government that had some degree of caring for its citizens.
I’m so mad I almost can’t stand it. I’m helping organize musical benefits, and giving money. It seems so inadequate. As a Californian I know about natural disasters and I don’t feel secure at all–not with these clowns at the reins.