Today brought some challenges. Presently, we are staying a whole lot of traffic away from our home and neighborhood. Our hope was to use a FEMA voucher at a very convenient hotel. We were told that perhaps a room would open up. We called, e-mailed and made a personal visit to no avail. We have some very generous offers but nothing close enough. Katrina taught me that hurricane recovery presents many disappointments and as
my Nana used to say, "The patience of a saint". The little kid in me is screaming...UNFAIR. We all know that kid. Who doesn't need a good temper tantrum sometimes???
We went by the neighborhood, the Red Cross gave us a shovel, a rake, buckets, big black garbage bags. heavy duty gloves, mosquito repellent and water. Thank you so much, but I really don't want to need these things. We went to the entrance , the water has receded, it looked like a.community built on a lake. I always wanted to live on the water. By the way, humor is a requirement for natural disasters.
I know that my external safety has been really messed with. I hear my voice saying "Internal safety is a choice no matter what ". Okay Mimi what's the plan, today? I took a rocking spin class with Candis and an incredible yoga class with Randi. Did you know that you can throw in a handstand any time you want to. ( I am saving that one for the future when I really need it ).These woman are magnificent, I always take some light home with me. I promise that I will post some photos of them in the near future.. This journal, a connection with those that are surviving and those that are thriving grows my heart. We all get our turn.Next requirement for me is daily gratitude.
Thank you Leslie for giving me some work clothes and some lulus. Even though you are gutting right now !!!
Harriet, you are adorable, thank you for the gifts....especially the t-shirt with stars. I loved that you told me that I was a star. The beautiful haircut and color from you , the most talented hairstylist, Marisol.
So so many prayers for Florida, especially my sister-in law, Patricia, and my godson, Eric.
