The New Normal
I was going to entitle this post "Baby Got Farts" but despite how little sleep I got last night due to passing on milk infested with asparagus? Salad? Poptarts? I am going to touch instead upon "the new normal".
First I would like to share that our brand new shiny trash cans were stolen from the side of our house the other day. You may remember what happened to the previous pair. This never would have happened if our friendly neighborhood crack dealer still lived here as he kept our block crime free. Go figure. I am hereby boycotting trash cans and am putting my trash at the curb soley in plastic bags free for every stray cat to rip into.
It is now normal to...
have to leave the city in order to mail a letter;
be seen standing in the middle of the street on my cell phone shouting my social security number;
be offered hot meals from a Red Cross truck parked on my block;
watch New Orleans Town Hall meetings on CNN;
get all of our shopping or eating out done before 7pm;
be completely without a Popeye's chicken for a 30 mile radius;
call twelve roofers in one day and feel fortunate that three called back;
consider needing a new roof "minor damage";
go to The Jewish Community Center not to use the pool but to meet with FEMA;
lose utilities for undetermined amounts of time;
and to count my blessing daily.
First I would like to share that our brand new shiny trash cans were stolen from the side of our house the other day. You may remember what happened to the previous pair. This never would have happened if our friendly neighborhood crack dealer still lived here as he kept our block crime free. Go figure. I am hereby boycotting trash cans and am putting my trash at the curb soley in plastic bags free for every stray cat to rip into.
It is now normal to...
have to leave the city in order to mail a letter;
be seen standing in the middle of the street on my cell phone shouting my social security number;
be offered hot meals from a Red Cross truck parked on my block;
watch New Orleans Town Hall meetings on CNN;
get all of our shopping or eating out done before 7pm;
be completely without a Popeye's chicken for a 30 mile radius;
call twelve roofers in one day and feel fortunate that three called back;
consider needing a new roof "minor damage";
go to The Jewish Community Center not to use the pool but to meet with FEMA;
lose utilities for undetermined amounts of time;
and to count my blessing daily.
2 Comments:
Im really proud of you guys for going back and keep New Orleans your home. I cant imagine what it is like, all I know are your stories and the stories on the news. But I really think it is great that you are there despite the "inconviences". Maybe they should make you guys New Orleans family of the year!
maybe you should move to atlanta... I can be your daughter's teacher if you do, someday.
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