Given my lack of attention to MetroBlogs over the past year, you’d have thought they’d have replaced me long ago with someone else. Wouldn’t blame them, of course, but I’m hoping they understand it’s not for lack of caring. Business is business, and it has had to take precedence. I used to get involved in political discussions and other things in here, but lately it’s just turned into so much noise and effort that I think my time is better used trying to move ahead instead of standing around cursing and grousing and complaining and pointing things out. All that has its place, but it’s for those who have the time and the passion. My time and passion are already largely taken up for now. But it was good to see so many other bloggers at the Rising Tide conference this past weekend. It was good to sit back and listen awhile without being an active participant (other than providing the food). When I have time, I’ve been putting some personal/professional things on my MySpace blog. I think MetroBlogging should be for larger issues.
…which brings me to today’s post. We’re watching this tropical system down in the smaller latitudes and wondering if our annual Katrina observance might contain a little more punch than expected by this time next week. This isn’t merely concern for New Orleans itself, since we’ve got a sailboat in Panama City, many friends spead all along the Gulf coast from here through the Florida Panhandle and family in Tallahassee. It’s a regional thang, donchaknow, and some of us are going to have to face this head-on at some point. Even if the system goes west of New Orleans, there are too many friends (and more family) all the way over to Houston and its ‘burbs.
Our plans are pretty cut-and-dried. If Gustav heads heads up the mouth of the Mississippi as a Category 4 or 5 system, we’re obviously out of here (again). But given lesser conditions, we will likely stay at the (solid brick) restaurant, ride things out and get to cooking quick as we can afterward. We’re pretty well prepared with fuel, a good generator, food and other supplies (including firearms, if need be), so we’ll be in as good a shape as possible.
We’re like pretty much everyone else in town right now, wishing we could fast-forward into next week to get things over with and see how things are going to be. As I mentioned in the other blog, it’s the Being Away that we fear. We’ve gotten pretty adept at handling wrecked neighborhoods and separation from friends and being uncomfortable and cleaning up and making fresh and all the various things another storm would bring. But not the Being Away. For those of us who left last time, the hardest part was the fact that no matter where we were, who we were with, how physically comfortable we might be, how much folks helped or what kinds of experiences we had, we knew we weren’t in home in New Orleans — and we didn’t know when we’d be going back. We weren’t homeless — but we were Homeless.
If at all possible, we never want to feel that way again.