Ignorance is Bliss
When I was in Vermont a few people expressed to me that it was difficult for the rest of the country to get a grasp of the damage without seeing the Gulf Coast in person. It's hard for me to get a grasp of the damage and I live with daily reminders of the storm. It's actually more than reminders. Everything that I do has been effected by Katrina from what streets I take, what time and where I shop and even how I shower. But the thing is that I don't dwell on it, I can't. I wouldn't ever leave the house. I would only lock myself in the bathroom and stare at the ugly ceiling that needs to be replaced.
Perhaps it's because I can only take so much at once that I have put off looking up the fate of the Bed and Breakfast that The Husband and I went to last July. It was one month before Addy's due date and we treated ourselves to a last hoorah and early anniversary present. The Husband was terribly stressed out at work and even though we couldn't afford it, we booked a three night stay in Pass Christian, MS. The B&B was right on the ocean. It was not my first choice but everyone else in Bay St. Louis was booked. It did turn out to be the right choice; a quiet retreat with friendly owners, fluffy dogs and a social cat that I would pet as we sat on the patio furniture.
A Crab Festival was taking place that weekend and two of our friends drove up to meet us for the afternoon. We ate at a small cafe in Bay St. Louis and marveled that somewhere so beautiful and quiet could be so close to the craziness of New Orleans.
We had a really great weekend despite my growing list of pregnancy complaints. It was because of this that I hoped in vain that somehow the Inn had survived; that perhaps the news had made it all look worse than it actually was. I couldn't fathom how all of those mansions that had stood for nearly two centuries could be gone - just like that.
It turns out that the fate of the Harbor Oaks Inn and its owners was worse than expected. Today is just going to be one of those days.
Perhaps it's because I can only take so much at once that I have put off looking up the fate of the Bed and Breakfast that The Husband and I went to last July. It was one month before Addy's due date and we treated ourselves to a last hoorah and early anniversary present. The Husband was terribly stressed out at work and even though we couldn't afford it, we booked a three night stay in Pass Christian, MS. The B&B was right on the ocean. It was not my first choice but everyone else in Bay St. Louis was booked. It did turn out to be the right choice; a quiet retreat with friendly owners, fluffy dogs and a social cat that I would pet as we sat on the patio furniture.
A Crab Festival was taking place that weekend and two of our friends drove up to meet us for the afternoon. We ate at a small cafe in Bay St. Louis and marveled that somewhere so beautiful and quiet could be so close to the craziness of New Orleans.
We had a really great weekend despite my growing list of pregnancy complaints. It was because of this that I hoped in vain that somehow the Inn had survived; that perhaps the news had made it all look worse than it actually was. I couldn't fathom how all of those mansions that had stood for nearly two centuries could be gone - just like that.
It turns out that the fate of the Harbor Oaks Inn and its owners was worse than expected. Today is just going to be one of those days.
3 Comments:
Im crying. If I wasnt at work, I would be sobbing. That post from the owner of the Inn was so tragic. Its so much worse when you hear individual stories like that. I cant even begin to imagine what it would be like to lose my husband to a natural disaster. Even strong young men were killed, Im sure.
My GOD. That was so sad. I remember when you went on your trip. I can't believe the B&B had such a tragic fate and the owners even worse. It's amazing what people have to deal with because of the storms. And how strong people can be.
That is horrible about the B and B. They are in my thoughts.
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