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I haven't stopped. I still haven't stopped. I keep thinking eventually I will stop, that a resting point will occur somewhere naturally. Everyone has been so eager to help, and to give me relief, and at first I am overwhelmed by gratitude.
Then I start following the links, and curiously, following the connections, from my journal to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
interdictor's to insomnia's to katrinacane and more people I didn't know, or didn't know had livejournals (alobar!) and facts and reports and rumors and pictures and people and so many mixed feelings.
Apparently I am a cat of nine lives or more, because if the blogs are telling the truth, I got out just ahead of escalation: shooting, rapes, people in desperate states, waiting days for help.
I spent hours roughing out my particular story, trying to nail down the chronology with Janel (polychromatic22) talking until I was hoarse, and still only getting the bare bones down. [And yes, the writer in me is a little stage-frightened by the new audience.]
Tonight, frazzled to wit's end. Completely exhausted. Appalled and horrified. Thankful beyond measure.
One pet peeve I keep repeating, and I will keep repeating as long as I hear people sneering at those too "stupid" to leave New Orleans:
The dateline is Sunday morning.sapphire_d called me just a few minutes after this posted to the web, offering to take me out of New Orleans, to drive from Atlanta to get me. It was already too late to get a plane, train, or rental car, and they were already discussing the timeline to shut down the roads coming into the city.
I'm far from the only one without a car in New Orleans. Most people I know do not have cars. Nagin ordered a "mandatory" evacuation of the city at a point when most of the people who could leave had already done so and the ones remaining had no options left. Many of the people waiting patiently for someone to take them out of the city have not had their expectations met, apparently with increasingly dire consequences.
Tonight I am whole and well, and I don't know why I am so blessed.
I'm still wondering if Robert Asprin and Warpo (and daughter Laurie) got out or are safe and okay. If anyone else from NOLA knows them from the French Quarter, please let me know if you hear.
Then I start following the links, and curiously, following the connections, from my journal to
interdictor's to insomnia's to katrinacane and more people I didn't know, or didn't know had livejournals (alobar!) and facts and reports and rumors and pictures and people and so many mixed feelings.Apparently I am a cat of nine lives or more, because if the blogs are telling the truth, I got out just ahead of escalation: shooting, rapes, people in desperate states, waiting days for help.
I spent hours roughing out my particular story, trying to nail down the chronology with Janel (
polychromatic22) talking until I was hoarse, and still only getting the bare bones down. [And yes, the writer in me is a little stage-frightened by the new audience.]Tonight, frazzled to wit's end. Completely exhausted. Appalled and horrified. Thankful beyond measure.
One pet peeve I keep repeating, and I will keep repeating as long as I hear people sneering at those too "stupid" to leave New Orleans:
The dateline is Sunday morning.
sapphire_d called me just a few minutes after this posted to the web, offering to take me out of New Orleans, to drive from Atlanta to get me. It was already too late to get a plane, train, or rental car, and they were already discussing the timeline to shut down the roads coming into the city. I'm far from the only one without a car in New Orleans. Most people I know do not have cars. Nagin ordered a "mandatory" evacuation of the city at a point when most of the people who could leave had already done so and the ones remaining had no options left. Many of the people waiting patiently for someone to take them out of the city have not had their expectations met, apparently with increasingly dire consequences.
Tonight I am whole and well, and I don't know why I am so blessed.
I'm still wondering if Robert Asprin and Warpo (and daughter Laurie) got out or are safe and okay. If anyone else from NOLA knows them from the French Quarter, please let me know if you hear.
