Right?
Well, mea culpa. Mea Frickin' culpa. I should have read the news before I posted my blog. Seems I have my priorities a little screwy, what with my twitching, heroin-addict acting jonesing for my computer.
I didn't know there had been a hurricane. I didn't know there had been a hurricane the kind of which wreaks utter destruction and brings out the total savageness of certain kinds of people. And then Irish (who has never been to Block Island, or probably Maine for that matter, but who knows the Warbler longer than any of y'all) kindly but firmly reminded me as well that it could be worse: I could be standing on my roof. I could have been with 30,000 poor souls in the Superdome - my heart aches for those folks. Except for those extreme bastards who used this heinous situation to prey on the souls and bodies of others simply because lawlessness suits their nature. Hey, it wouldn't surprise me if some of those perps are later found floating face down as well.
Anyway, my situation's bad. But it's not a total loss of life, limb, property and loved ones. Right? Right?
And then...
And then. My husband informs me that the older section of our life-savings purchased house (quite possibly part of the newer, as well) doesn't have insulation. Allow me to rephrase. Our house - the entire NORTH wall (that's right BI'ers who are incredibly in tune with the weather and heating fuel costs) of our lovely, drafty, tilted old house, has no insulation. Our house in Maine. One of the colder states in the union. No insulation. And the chimney's in poor condition so we're not to use the small Jotul (wood) stove. I have commanded (but not like Everett commands - he's had practice, I can tell) the man to whom I am legally bound to place holes in the wall of the house so I may tell if there is insulation anywhere in any of the rooms in which my children do or will reside - temporarily or in perpetuity. It's not like he can't fix 'em, right?
Some folks have suggested we sue. Did you know that suing people actually takes money up front? That's why we're not. Suing, I mean. We can't. We also can't rip the house apart to insulate because we don't have enough green to put it back together.
But at least I'm not standing on a roof.
Friends, I'm a bit beaten down. And it hurts. So many of you don't know the kind of fighter I once was. But, like any fighter, you can only go so long before those punches start to slow you down. Even worse, I seem to be losing my song. I stare at the keyboard and think "I really need to get that up. Playing will make me feel more myself, it always does"..but then I think "Why bother? I can't play it when the baby's awake and I certainly can't play when he's asleep." And then I think "I'm bored with the same old songs." And then I realize that I haven't been able to write any news ones for a while now. It feeds itself, really.
But instead of feeling sorry for myself, I'm going to try and imagine how, if I were in a situation like those poor folks in New Orleans, I'd probably give anything to be dealing with my problems here and not theirs there.
And if gas went from $2.17 here on Wednesday to $3.49 today, I shudder to think what kind of gouging prices are happening on BI.
And, Sam, as soon as the price of oil gets a little lower, I will call that furnace guy to come test the furnace. And, hell, a six pack is always a good idea. I have to heat this place whether I can afford it or not, my babies deserve that. But if you do come up this way, please let me know, I'd love to offer you a cup of coffee. It'd probably have to be somewhere like Mae's Cafe, but I could still offer. (grin) Heck, I could probably get all my friends still in cities to come out for a visit and they'd eat up how rustic it all is.
Ah well...a little more of this merlot and I'll start singing "Everything Is Beautiful". In it's own way, right?