Gustav 1, Nola 0

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I can hardly gather my thoughts to write.  I got so little sleep because of my migraine.  I “awoke” to the sound of the phone ringing.  My hard-core uncle was calling to say they were leaving.  I could feel the earth shake beneath me.  I came into the den just in time to hear the news anchor say, “Get the hell outta here for the love of God,” then put his head in his hands and his co-anchor pat him on the arm.  Then CS and I gave each other that look: reluctant acceptance.

I have a confession to make.  I lied to you good people.  I am not packed to leave.  I think I thought if I didn’t pre-pack we wouldn’t have to leave.  So I am now taking a break after packing all of five minutes.

It isn’t that we may lose everything.  Once you’ve been down this road as we were with Katrina, I know all that matters I can fit in my car.  It isn’t that it will be a major inconvenience (and, oh will it).  It isn’t that it will cost a lot of money and push my nerves to the edge.

It is solely my concern for New Orleans.  And all of our lives thereafter.  I wonder how we can come back and live where Cat 4′s and 5′s are apparently a real potential threat every damn season.  I wonder how this can’t be an effect of global warming.  I wonder where we’d move if we decide to forsake our beloved motherland.

Bottom line, I am pissed off.  But even more than pissed, I am scared.  But yet I have hope.  I hope this is round one and that the final score of the big game is Gustav 0, NOLA 1.

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