glued and unglued
i'm still glued to the coverage of the devastation in and around New Orleans, when I'm home. if I turn it on, I lose large chunks of time. if I don't, I wonder how it's going. i wonder if they'll get everyone out. if people will die from diseases contracted in what newspeople are now calling the "toxic gumbo" of waste that surrounds them. but, oddly, i'm thinking of it in terms of the anthropology and biology classes I took last year... diseases and large, dense populations in filth.
i'm also thinking about how this will affect us as a society. the calls for the heads of Homeland Security officials(?). the requests for the formation of some sort of national natural disaster recovery fund (i waver on my thoughts on this). i wonder about insurance rates going up, right along with the prices of gasoline. i wonder about the economy and the coming depression, and the streets running with blood.
i see spirals in my imaginings, and none of them good. my dad seemed hopeful when i talked to him this weekend... like he thinks this too shall pass. skip, however, seemed to think that it wouldn't be so simple.
it's uncertain, to be certain.
i also think about the kids. and the what-ifs of bringing someone into this messy world. by the time chico, izzy, and the others grow up, what will be left for them?
these are the things that plague my mind, when i should be worrying about plastering and painting. or server rebuilds.