Post-Katrina #1
1) For those that don’t know, I am alive and physically well, and with MissyG in Orlando, Florida.
2) My apartment is uninhabitable, and will be so for many weeks or months. We lost the majority of our possessions. Luckier than some. Worse than others.
ROSENCRANTZ
…On fortune’s cap we are not the very button.
HAMLET
Nor the soles of her shoe?
ROSENCRANTZ
Neither, my lord.
HAMLET
Then you live about her waist, or in the middle of her favours?
GUILDENSTERN
‘Faith, her privates we.
HAMLET
In the secret parts of fortune? O, most true; she is a strumpet.
3) I am working, but my daily job left for Houston, and when I called them, told me, metaphorically, “Hey! Milt! How ya’ been? We should get together sometime. Uh, don’t call us – we’ll call you. Yoink!!” -click. More on that later. I am unhappy with the Project I am working on “in and around Orlando”, but it’s money, so, I work.
4) MissyG and prissy cat were, for all I knew, missing/dead (or worse) for two days. Yeah, try to cope with THAT. Those were the worst two days of my life, I think.
5) So, I am homeless and have practically no job to go back to. Joy.
6) I am pretty sure I have some low-level of Post-traumatic stress disorder, now. Or maybe I’m Depressed. I’ll have to look it up.
I promise more, later. Tune in again, and you’ll hear the horror stories, the trials and tribulations, most of which my audience is ALSO going through. I realize that I am, by no means, alone in these tragedies, so I’m sure my readers will sympathize. Hey, I even have some good news/stories to temper the bad. Hooray for the Good!
-MiltoR
September 27th, 2005 at 8:06 am
So, think your better than me quoting Hamlet? Seriously though, I’m glad you and missy are alive and “well”. Hope to see you soon, you still owe me a guinness.
September 30th, 2005 at 11:03 am
I detect a change in the Matrix.
Well, hardship is what gives us those calluses on our souls that help us to get through life. It’s a cheesy thing to say, but it’s true.
The human spirit perseveres and when horrible things happen to us and knock us flat on our ass, there are two things you can do: 1) pick yourself up, dust yourself off and move on 2) stay there on the ground and let the rest of the world roll over you till you expire. It’s damn tempting to just stay down and not deal with nastiness face on, but I’ve never been the type to just lay there when the shit gets stirred, nor have I ever known you to, either. Getting up and moving on is not the easiest row to hoe, but it means you’re still alive and in the game.
PTSD isn’t to be unexpected. You’ve just been served a whole heaping-helping of shit and then had it shoved down your throat — but at the last minute you were allowed to spit out the foulest chunk of it (nice analogy, eh?). Your apartment and a fair amount of your possessions are gone… that’s pretty bad all by itself. Your so-so job dried up and the shittier job is about to follow suit… that’s insult to injury.
You did come out of this with your life, and with the lives of MissyG and KittyP. That’s a fair consolation price, much better than the lifetime supply of Rice-A-Roni, the San Fransisco treat! most contestants get. I’m sure they are quite happy to have their lives too, and to spend them with you. That’s worth at least the bedroom set an the Carri bean vacation package.
Apartments come and go. Possessions can be re-possessed, so to speak. Newer and better jobs can be found. Lean times are a fact of life, and they can be muscled through. Having those you love be alive and well is the most important thing of all, if for no other reason then they make all those other bitter pills easier to swallow. There are of course many more reasons, too many to list here.
Not to sound like a queer or nuthin’, but I love you man. I want to see you get over these hardships, and you will.