18 days to go
We’re 18 days away from the beginning of Hurricane Season here in New Orleans and today, we’re watching the floodwaters cresting and the opening of the Morganza Floodway to head off a catastrophe. Take a deep breath in, then let it out. And if it weren’t unnerving enough to sit down here at the approach of hurricane season and know that it could go either way, and to think that our plan for a weekend trip is to go to Memphis to visit my brother – isn’t that a great idea? Oh Lordy.
I just hope all those folks in Cajun country are kept out of harm’s way when the floodgates are opened although my neighbor tells me it will take down a lot of fishing camps that have been there forever.
We woke this morning to unseasonable cool weather – in the 70s – and supposed to remain this way all weekend. It’s so weird how when major weather events are happening it seems to cause simultaneous beauty – like the skies before a major storm, or the clouds the other day during the tornado warning, or crisp cool air with the flooding heading down here. Sort of like the dichotomy of how a friend said Osama bin Laden appeared almost beatific and yet full of such passionate hatred for us.