I was doing some figuring. I’ve posted 151 times since I switched over to Typepad, and only eleven times this month (August). I was busy, much busier than usual. I also find that it’s hardto get back in the blog groove once you’ve had a hiatus. I’ve had 684 comments, roughly 4.5 per post. Hardly gangbusters there. It figures that about one out of every eighteen people, or hits, leaves a comment. What do the rest of you think? I’d love to hear from you, know who you are, stuff like that, you know? Typepad’s figures are a bit wonky. I have another hit counter that isn’t coming up witht te same numbers. Maybe they’re both wrong, who’d know?
Trivial stuff in the face of the natural (seems super-natural to me) disaster that keeps unfolding in our south. I sit here in my office / bedroom / studio and work on this months’ billing, check my email, and ply bobbins of mohair that I’ve been accumulating over the past weeks while waiting for the printer to finish each batch. The pouring rain has let up enough to take a breather and walk down to the barn. I have everything. Guilt creeps into the cracks in my psyche. I am a TV voyeur, awstruck at the enormity of what I am witnessing. Contrary to reason, those in rural or poorer conditions may actually be in a better situation to cope. Imagine being walled in by all the concrete; your home, your neighborhood and all those surrounding you, filled as you would a backyard pool. City dwellers neither have the resources nor skills to fight back. Country folks use propane, not natural gas. It’s stored onsight in big tanks in the backyard. We’re used to having power outages and stock things like batteries, candles, and drinking water as a matter of daily life. We have axes and chain saws. We have tractors, and folks that know what to do with them. I can’t imagine what it would be, to be stuck on an elevated highway, or a roof for that matter, an island of concrete in the hot sun without water or food, with kids or elderly parents or just not knowing where they were… or..
Get those people on buses, trucks and boats and get them out of there where they can be taken care of or take care of themselves. Water trucks, where are they? This is a disaster that has been in the making for years. I remember talking to folks in New Orleans fourteen years ago about just this kind of a situation. There must be a plan, right??
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Now they are taking them from the Superdome to the Astrodome. That oughta help…jeezz. I have a feeling helplessness even after dontating money. Life will never be the same.
If only there had been a plan. I wish I could do more. I agree with your city/country folk assessment. Us city-folk have been spoiled by convenience.
I live in an urban core such as the one in New Orleans. St. Louis’ infrastructure is 100 yrs old or better, a little younger than New Orlean’s, but we don’t face flooding. We are also unprepared on a supernatural scale for any emergency. Bottlenecks all over the place all the time just getting to and from day to day. We live close to where we work, pray, school and shop though, and pretty much stay out of the fray. Judy, you make an excellent point concerning the ability of the urban folks to take care of themselves. So…inspired by you, I’ve been putting up the stuff my organic grocer has been delivering. Specifically grapes for grape jam when I have time, squash, tomatoes and herbs into beurre compose. The coffin sized freezer in the basement is filling up. All thanks to you.
On the blog subject, mine is certainly newer than yours, but, interestingly enough, my percentages are similar. About 1 in 22 leave a comment. I must admit, I often lurk in the blogs I read — feeling that the comment I might post would duplicate one already there. I don’t know, should I leave a ditto or something to acknowlege what I now know to be the hard work of keeping a blog? Food for thought.
Actually, from what I understand, the guy that laid out the city in the 18th century told investors not to build there since it was too prone to flooding. I wish they had the foresight to go upstream a-ways.
You just amaze me with all that you attempt and achieve on a weekly (or even daily) basis. Sailing, knitting, gardening, spinning, dyeing, visiting (and being visited), and … the list goes on. I especially enjoy the “knitted sock goes on adventures” pics that appear from time to time. And I absolutely LOVE Sweetie Pie!!
Keep up the great blogging. Now that I know you’re on dial-up, I’m even more impressed. You’re good people!!
I’m a reader – though my time for internet browsing has become much more decreased this year. I don’t often comment because I like to leave long, rambling-ish comments and most of the time what I read here simply leaves me nodding my head while I say (to myself) she said it best, no need to repeat it.
I’m a fellow New Englander and echo your concerns about this winter and rising prices. I’m lucky enough to not have to worry about it this year, but my parents and the patients I see will be lowering the thermostat and layering on the sweaters. I haven’t dug into the latest almanac, but for everyone’s sake I hope it’s a mild(er) season.