...knocking over the buildings
killing all the lights...
- Patty Griffin, Forgiveness
I hope that tomorrow morning I'll look Beaux in the eyes and say the next line, open your eyes, boy, we made it through the night.
Just a quick post to let you know we are indeed battening down the hatches, hunkering down, all of that good stuff. It's been an anxious morning, but I feel very calm. We went to church, and I took comfort in the prayers, in the responsive reading - the verse where it says 'neither trials nor tribulations - nor height nor depth nor any other creature - can separate us from the love of God.' I just found it in the Bible on my desk, and this translation reads - 'no power in the sky or in the earth below - will ever be able to separate us from the love of God.'
I am hoping that New Orleans will somehow be saved. Such a crazy, magical city. At lunch I started thinking about all the animals at the Audubon Zoo, and had to smile, thinking of trucks full of elephants and rhinos and a giraffe's head sticking out a window.
There's not much you can do against a Category 5 hurricane. The previous generation endured Camille; we'll do our best with Katrina. I've been packing up all my books and pictures, taking the books that I simply can't live without with me. The invitations are in my suitcase, and I'll stash my veil and shoes along as well.
Beaux and I (and Velcro) will be staying with his parents - we're not going north. Pray for us, but at least the step-mother will have plenty of wine. (There's always a bright side.) My parents are forty five minutes south - this morning they had to drive to Alabama for my grandmother's oldest sister's funeral. I worried all morning that they wouldn't be able to get back - almost hoping that they would have to stay further away- but they took the back roads and have made it home. There is no way, come hell AND high water, in this case, that you could possibly convince my grandfather to abandon the farm. The house where my parents live has endured a hundred years of hurricanes. I'm just comforted that Beaux and I will be together, whatever happens. I am hoping and praying that somehow, it won't be as catastrophic as it seems.
Also, I've talked with Bella - she will be with her parents, and hopefully tucked away as safe as possible. I spoke with my other mother and miracle of miracles, the other father, who was on his annual getaway out West, is flying home this afternoon. I just hope they'll let him drive south. The Green Bean Kid is headed for higher ground with her parents, and Rookie Mama and I shared a long, tight hug this morning. It seems so odd that yesterday the only thing on my mind was taking my engagement pictures - which we did, and I think they'll be beautiful. I know my photographer is guarding her camera, and memory cards, with her life.
Please send up a special prayer for all of us here - especially for those who have it so much worse - and I'll be back when you see me coming, as my daddy likes to say.