New Orleans is safe for now. Jim and Jack went to West Point (where Jack still has the family house) and Jim's brother and wife were north of town. It looks like the levys will hold for now. I did all the requisite calls this weekend before I disappeared for two days at Jess' property.
The only tragedy will be if the power stays off for more than a day or two as the meat pies in my freezer will likely ruin the refrigerator (250,000 such victims after Katrina) but that is a small worry comparatively.
The storm of my personal life is much more devastasing unfortunately. Jess has decided to move back to Nevada, where he is from, and I am not invited. He's wanting to "start over" -- with school, his life and whatever. I think there's a lot of other things going on but it's too late for joint counseling and we can't talk very well. We have been agonizing over this for almost a year, and frankly, working on these issues (although not very well apparently) for several years. Russell has already moved into their new place -- he left today. I now have some emphathy with your empty nesters, although I only had five years of bonding.
So, after 20 years, I am alone again...where I seem to always find myself eventually.
We knew at Jazz Fest and had been separated but many of you had not met him and I didn't want you to have a negative first impression of Jess...he's been a big part of my life for 20 years and he's a good person and I still love him very much.
We will stay friends, we are working hard at that, although right now I want to kill him (alternatively, I want him back, I think that's why they call it "heartstrings"). We did have a decent weekend among friends at his property in Mendocino. I have planned a lot travel in the next three months to try and wear myself out.
My first reaction was to start canning things -- I made pickles two weekends ago. Is there some overarching theme that I should be "preserving" things? I bought new dishes and pots and pans to surround myself with new things, new starts. I sure wish I wasn't in my mid 50's right now, but some things must be endured I suppose.
I am hoping to get some good poetry out of this. I'll post some if I can bear it.
So this will be a test to see if any of you are even checking the blog....
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Yes, I am checking the blog. I love you very much. We will likely all end up alone, outliving our partners even if we stay together. Perhaps we should make a pact to end up proximate to each other. Mimi always said we would go back and live at the retirement community near Smith - the Lathrop Home. It has closed, however, and I don't think I want to be back where there are so many ex-in-law memories. Canning is a deeply satisfying activity. I did a bunch more plum jam this summer, a little cherry jam, and a little blackberry. My apple tree in Bloomington is loaded, so I plan to make applesauce or apple butter. I think we are storing food instinctively, waiting for the end of the world. Love, Lisa
No, we are retiring someplace warm...no more cold winters. Think sand and beach and, well, likely hurricanes.
Hi Allison. I hadn't checked the blog in a few weeks but saw Lisa today and she prodded me when I asked how you were. Just want to send love. I told Lisa we should all descend on you with food and alcohol, but she told me you would be traveling so we will put it off for now. Much love, Mimi
How about Hawaii? Does it have to be Florida? Jeff has already announced/proclaimed that we will be snow bunnies when we retire - probably Arizona. Weird concept for me.
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