Janet Boyd Art

I need to go out and stock up on two or three cartons of cigarettes, but my car is in the shop. I will get a ride later from my boyfriend, Dave.

Here in New Orleans, on this third anniversery of Katrina, we would be jittery even if we were not on hurricane watch. We are still psychologically processing Katrina, and rebuilding. I am sick of it on the news. I am getting flashbacks.

I was blessed after the storm, I still had my camp/studio home in the country and my job. All my family was OK. But still I get little flashbacks.

Stupid nicotine addiction. All the cigarette stores, in fact all stores, were closed. But being down to one pack of cigarettes made me the most nervous. OK, I need to quit. Hahahahahaha. A dear friend, Bobby Boyd drove a hundred miles to bring in cigarettes. Somehow he had gotten thru on the phone and asked what we needed. Not food, not water, but cigarettes.

My son, Ben, drove over the day after Katrina with a generator. We had enough gas to run it a few hours each day. To run fans and vidios for the evacuees at the country camp.

That day just after the storm, we sat in the living room and listened to radio describe how the veneer of civilization had been stripped away by the hurricane.

The stories about the superdome and convention center. Much has been suppressed. Gagged. Is it just New Orleans and the welfare population here, or would any city turn primitive and exceedingly dangerous under similar conditions? Katrina has much to teach us about the United States and human kind in general.

Oh yeah, I musnt forget to stock up on coffee. All the essentials. I have started a list.

You know, I think that Gustav will just sissy out in the Gulf. I would say “peter out” but I don’t want the guys to be feel inadequate. I am trying to be politically correct. Nevermind that they insult each other with namecalling “pussy”, they must live with their unPC conscious. I will be more considerate.

I think that Gustav will sissy out. But I do not want unhealthy doses of denial. I will stock up on essentials. Must fill up the gas cans. First need my car back from the mechanic. The air conditioner sissied out. In New Orleans in August it is socially inappropriate not to have an airconditioner. You know, all that sweating.

I try to maintain socially appropriate behavior.

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