Just when you think things can’t get worse down in Louisiana and Mississipi (and Alabama) you are shocked again. When will it end? When will the waters recede? When will people be able to go back in (safely) and check on what used to be their homes. And will there be anything to go back in and check on?
It seems we are hearing all the bad right now, all the looting (although I agree with the ones that are taking food and clothes… necessities… just not the tv’s, etc.), the snipers, THE SNIPERS??!!?? What on earth is that all about? The apparent murders that are starting to happen, the lawlessness. What happened to these people? Since when did a disaster, an act of God, turn into an excuse to behave like that? (Oh so many questions, sorry) .
I am waiting patiently to hear some of the good news. I did hear a few reuniting stories yesterday. But, I think I need to hear a few more. Mostly of the newborn babies that are left at the hospital waiting for Mom and Dad to return. When they were reporting of abandoned babies, I started to cry and kept saying I’ll take one or two!! There is room in my house and heart for a few more kids.
I know the Government is helping and it is a hard situation to get a handle on. But, I would love to see a bit of a camp or something set up to organize the people who are being evacuated out. I know they are working on getting them to Texas and other areas that are safe, but there are still thousands that need to get out and in the mean time there is no order or food for them while the buses are going back and forth. A little work on the ground could help get things organized, and when everyone that can be moved is moved they can work on setting up a permanant camp for those who will be there cleaning up. Makes sense to me!
Sorry for the ramblings, but I just really had to write out what I have been thinking. I don’t expect anyone to be able to help me answer my questions, but I do feel better writing it down.
All our prayers go out to those who have been affected.
I have been trying to rack my brain today to think of something fun to write about. But, truth be told, I feel like Hurricane Katrina has pretty much taken over my mind. I have not watched CNN or CBC until about a half hour ago, but I thought I should check in. It is just too hard to watch all the devistation and destruction. My little guy just doesn’t understand when Mommy is crying and I feel bad that he doesn’t understand. He knows I am sad though and that too breaks my heart. My heart breaks for all the families who have lost so much. No homes, no food, no jobs, so many of them just don’t know what to do. And really what do you do? I certainly don’t know what I would do, but I know that I would want to be trying to do something. It must be just so hard. I pray for them all and hope that there will be an end soon to the water so they can at least try to start picking up the pieces.
I have been watering my Mother’s flowers for the past week while she has been away on Vacation. She is hanging out at my favorite beach. Now hanging out for me and hanging out for my Mom are two entirely different things. Me = lounging on the beach, swimming, sunbathing, shopping, food. Mom = shopping, shopping, shopping, shopping. But we both love it equally.
So, back to watering flowers, I thought it would be annoying to spend the hour every day watering her flowers. But, it hasn’t been! Yes, I am surprised. To water my garden, I just put on the sprinkler and let it go, but her garden has baskets, and pretty much runs around the perimeter of her yard. And she likes to hand water so she can see what is doing well and what isn’t. This past week has been quite rewarding. My little guy has happily helped me shower the beautiful flowers, helped me deadhead and ran around my mothers back yard. As much as I love gardening, I just never really thought how tranquil it is to take the time to water, and enjoy it. So as I plan my new garden for next year, I hope I can remember this past week and plan it so I can spend some time each day caring and nurturing my new garden.
