It’s been 2 years to the day since Katrina hit my beloved city of New Orleans. On a recent “trip” there, the first time since the hurrica…
It’s been 2 years to the day since Katrina hit my beloved city of New Orleans. On a recent “trip” there, the first time since the hurricane. I was amazed to find that tourism is as usual, but the housing situation is horrible, landlords are charging 2 or 3 times more than ever !!!! to cover insurance costs, etc. and the locals, what locals they are all over the USA, there was this strange feeling to the place. It has a stigma attached to it now.
It’s near dawn in the town where I grew up. I’ve moved back here into THE haunted house. You know the one you’d dare your friends to s…
It’s near dawn in the town where I grew up. I’ve moved back here into THE haunted house. You know the one you’d dare your friends to sneak onto the porch of at night when you were kids? The one that’s been vacant for over 25 years, but still has the furnishings? I have that house. An elderly lady died here, but I believe if her spirit lingers at all she is a very meek, benevolent ghost. I keep hoping for some blood curdling disembodied screams or maybe some nice object tossing or door slamming, but so far everything is quiet, aside from the occasional odd loud scraping sound. It seems to be coming from the dining room ceiling…I hope it’s not some wierd 100 year old wiring issue. I came back to this town after the hurricane destroyed my home in the New Orleans area. I’ve been in this house for two years now, but it still doesn’t feel like home. Nothing really feels like home to me, which could explain my insomnia. My mother has moved across the country, but her old house wasn’t really my home. My grandmother’s house could qualify, but she no longer recognizes me, or anyone for that matter, and it’s hard to feel at home when the owner of the structure keeps asking your name. It’s funny, when I travel I sleep like a child, hotel beds are no problem, street noises do not disturb me at all, loan me a friend’s sparcely furnished spare bedroom and I am out like a light. My own, newish, bed, with the insanely expensive mattress I bought in a futile attempt at normalcy and comfort brings me nothing but restless, fractured sleep. If I am lucky I may get a couple of hours in. If I am really lucky tonight I’ll get a visit from the reason I am renting this huge place. I’d love to meet her, him, whatever supposedly haunts these rooms, or maybe that would be me, listlessly straightening, searching for that book, lighting and snuffing candles. How ironic would it be if I was the ghost?
What started out with piss poor planning… ended up a fun night Originally intending to catch a bit of experimental electronic folk,...
What started out with piss poor planning… ended up a fun night Originally intending to catch a bit of experimental electronic folk, I turned up to the Art House with my friend Seana, to a large number of tattooed types in black tshirts…. METAL NIGHT! My gig guide reading skills need serious improvement So, not being a massive metal head, I haven’t been to a show like that for years. Regardless, I had a blast, the bands were great, the crowd were hot and were having a great time. Here is some shots of local lads House vs Hurricane. They liked what I’ve done, and schedule allowing, I should be catching them again in a few weeks to get some more shots of them in action Here is what I got from the night…. House vs Hurricane ...and, for the record, I’m blaming metal mayhem for chipping the lens on my glasses, not the amount of beer that I consumed on the night blah :)
A Stupid Thing Not To Do During A Hurricane / ...
A Stupid Thing Not To Do During A Hurricane / by / Oscar Elizondo / / / Hurricane Beluah was my first encounter with mother nature. I live in the deep south part of Texas and I have lived here all of my life. When I was in high school during my junior year I came face to face with my first hurricane. She was no lady at all, she brought so much grieve to this part of the world and I remember all of it. / I was working at a ladies store down town in Harlingen, Texas and I was seventeen years old. After school I would walk a couple of miles, or catch a ride with friends or my brother. It didn’t really matter to me because I loved working for my boss. My job was to clean the store and help the ladies with the mannequins that were on display behind the fifteen feet tall glass windows. / My job consisted of vacuuming the rug, cleaning the toilets, emptying the trash, washing those huge glass windows, dusting the mannequins and bringing’s them from the top floor to the display area, packing and unpacking merchandise, and just whatever the boss could find for me to do. The hours were from four o’clock till six p.m. and on Saturdays from eight a.m. till 12 noon. I did all of that for the ripe salary of twelve dollars a week. / My main hobby was dancing and I was very good at it, I think. I could do the twist, rock and roll, slow dance, and I loved doing the split. I would hit the floor and never look back. Doing the split is what would draw attention to my groovy moves. That’s all I had going for me because my brother was a singer in a number of bands. He was good, and as for me, I could only wake the dead at the city cemetery and they would make me shut up. / It was in September when Hurricane Beluah was kicking it’s heels in the Gulf of Mexico. They were not sure if it would head towards south Texas or further into South America. There was a fifty-fifty chance that we would get hit by this killer of a hurricane. I was at a dance in San Benito, Texas where my brother was playing with his band. / I had already made my move on this beautiful girl. When I got the chance to dance the rest of the night with her, I went for it. She took my breath away and we talked about many things, especially about the hurricane so near. By the time the dance was over it had been made official that the hurricane would hit the Rio Grande Valley. We parted ways on that night hoping to meet again not knowing how serious the disturbance in the ocean would seal our faith. / That September Friday night was a night that I did not sleep. Not just because I was thinking of that beautiful girl I had met, but because the winds were beginning to intensify. By Saturday morning the winds had reached 80 miles an hour and trees were falling down like match sticks. One of those trees fell right in front of our government rented apartment home and blocked our front door. / My friends came over to view the damage during the eye of the storm passing over us. We didn’t understand that the eye was only the halfway point of the storm. Yes, it was calm, no rain, no high winds and you couldn’t tell that the other half of the storm was just behind us and coming rapidly. While the adults cleared the area, we snuck out the back door to go play football. They saw us at a distance and told us to come back quickly, they had no idea where we were going. / Just a block away was a wide road and there was no traffic at all. Dumb of us not to notice that nobody else was out there. To us, it was a perfect place to play football because everywhere else was flooded for the time being. There were four of us and we were having a blast because there was no school. We played for a long while and then the back of the storm hit us while we were out there. / Winds by then had reached one hundred miles an hour and we were in grave danger of being blow away. In the middle of the wide street were aluminum light poles and we hugged those poles for dear life. Our feet were suspended in mid air as those powerful winds lifted us. / We stayed low to the pavement and we tied our belts around our wrist to get a better leverage because death was staring us straight into our eyes. All four of us helped each other as the wind took turns in freeing our grips. We could see small animals being blown over us, parts of cars, rooftops and also parts of frame houses too. It was a frighteneding experience and if not for the help of each other, we all could have died that day. / We went back home without saying much to our parents about what had happened. I had regrets that the hurricane had done so much damage to the surrounding areas, and I also regretted that the beautiful girl I had met only a few days earlier would not be with me in my future plans. I hadn’t gotten much information about her, I didn’t even know if she would have liked to hang around me because she was two years older than I was. She was in business college and I was just a junior in high school. / The telephone lines were down, the electricity kept going off and on and the streets were really getting very flooded. Water was rising quickly since the levee had broken and two story houses could be seen washing away with the tremendous current. It was an ugly scene, and all I could think about was her, and how I had told her that I always had bad luck. / With the levee just about a mile from where our government home was at, the ragging waters kept our neighbor isolated from the down town area. There was no close passage to cross, and the town where I had met that girl that melt my heart was seven miles away. Water was up to forty feet high at the center of Colorado River and the houses in it’s path were being flooded by the hour. We held our ground, never leaving our belongings and my predictions about my bad luck to that special girl had come true. I figure I had lost her forever. / The floods did more of the damage down here in south Texas, but that is another story in its self. Two weeks later I came across the girl of my dreams on a downtown city street, but that’s another story. I’ll tell you about me and her on my next story, you’ll be surprise at the outcome. It’s okay if you don’t visit my next story of my adventures, but just thanks for reading this one. / / Copyright© 2008 Oscarelizondo
THE FLOODING AFTER THE HURRICANE / ...
THE FLOODING AFTER THE HURRICANE / BY / OSCAR ELIZONDO / / The floods after hurricane Beulah did more of the damage down here in south Texas. My boss at the Diana Shop ladies store down town Harlingen was happy to see me when I went back to work within of couple of days after the hurricane. He never paid me more than twelve dollars a week for my work, but he was a very good man. His name was Charles Davis and he even offered to pay for all of my books if I went on to college. / When I graduated from high school he went around all the business people he knew around the city and asked them to give me the red carpet treatment. My graduation present was one hundred dollars worth of clothing so that I could set myself up for college. He told them to sell me all of the items at cost and because he was a businessman himself, they respected his offer. I would have to say that I really got more than a two hundred dollar value in clothing for only half the price. / Every store I walked in they treated me like royalty. They fitted me with shirts and pants that were way beyond my means. All I knew was levis and any other jean material that was cheaper than that. I had never gone to those stores before because it was way beyond the reach of my parent’s pocket books. We lived in government apartments, in old farmlands before that, and shopping was done where the prices were really low. / Those fancy shoes that they dressed my feet in cost about the same as buying shoes for a couple of years or more. When I went back to the store were I worked in with all of the clothing all the women that worked there were shocked. They had never seen the boss so generous with anyone before. I was just a custodian working for him, but I was hard working and loyal. / The sad part about it was that he had to let me go. I had graduated, I needed to get a better job or go to college as he had advised me to do. I had worked for him for about five or six years. The employees that worked for him told me that I was like the son he never had. He was strict, perhaps unfair in salary, but he never treated me as the poor boy that I was. / After the hurricane I was back at work and the three days I had taken off had made him nervous because the rising water at the Arroyo Colorado was rising so fast. I lived across the bridge and two story houses were being swept under the bridge. The water had breached the levees and soon the flooding intensified and all of the cities in the lower Rio Grande Valley were at the mercy of this monster that was invading our backyards and cities. / I stayed at work all of that day helping with the sandbags and seeing to it that the store would be ready for what was in store with the flooding. When I left it was late in the evening and there were no safe passage across the over flooding bridges that would lead me to the other side where my home was located. A commentary with a canal in front of it and only a mile from the bridge was where the city was trying to make a stand against the rushing waters. / The canal went all around part of the Arroyo Colorado River and so I engaged in helping hundreds of people pack sandbags and placed them between the sides of the canal and the streets that crossed through them. We formed a barrier, but it was short lived as the force of that murky water broke through. It reached the down town area that was about three miles away from the city commentary were we had attempted our last possible stand against the raging waters. / It was impossible for me to cross and go home as I made many attempts. I almost endangered my life to the point that I thought I would be swept away with the current being so mighty and powerful. Cars, houses, dead animals and much debris made it a nightmare for all of us down here in south Texas. At my tender age at that time I grew into a young man pretty quick. / I headed back to the down town area because there was no way to make contact with my family. I was cut off and to proceed would require the sacrifice of my life. I was still young and I had to make quick choices because I was isolated from my home and family. I found a way to get across later on during the late evening hours, but it was so dangerous that I don’t know how I lived through it. / Two weeks later I came across the girl of my dreams on a downtown city street as I was back at work. The waters were receding and the cleanups were in full swing. I remember vividly having a squeegee in my hands and washing and drying the fifteen-foot windows of the Diana Shop Ladies store I was working at. My memory was still with that wonderful older girl I had met at the dance on the night of the hurricane. / There had been no contact with the beautiful girl I had danced half of the night away. I had told her many things about myself like I had never ever told anyone before. A picture of her was vividly imprinted inside of my head as I was saddened at the idea that I would never set eyes on that gorgeous young lady. I figured it was just as well because I was just seventeen years of age and two years younger than her. / I wondered what the heck could she have seen in me to stay with me that night. As far as I could recall, maybe she was just being nice to this young punk. She couldn’t have seriously fallen for a seventeen year old kid, ” Now get real” is what I tried to convince myself to believe. There were a million percent odds that I would ever come across her again because she was from San Benito and I was seven miles away and from Harlingen. / Our football teams were enemies that fought bitter battles. Crowds showed their hate during those times by writing graffiti on windows, billboards, and even on signs. Nope, it was time to forget the notion that I even had a chance that first and only day that I met her. There was no need to dream on, it was time to give myself a reality check. My mother had often said that I needed to know how to wipe my nose and ass before falling in love that deeply. Yeap, I guess she was right again. It was time to concentrate on my job. / I pulled hard on the squeegee to dry my first window. There was plenty to do around the shop and I had a job to do. As the long handle of the drying instrument hit the bottom of the frame I happened to turn around for a split second to check that I didn’t hit anybody with the long stick. That’s when I caught a glimpse of someone crossing the intersection just behind me. It was a girl dressed in black, it was my favorite color and I wasn’t trying to flirt, remember, I was busy doing my job. / Well, I did take a second glance, but only because her long beautiful black hair matched her outfit and black was my color, don’t you remember. For some reason my hands didn’t want to move that squeegee again so it gave me time to take a third look. What harm could come out of watching her short black skirt that went beautifully with rest of her body, I mean outfit. / That’s when it dawn on me that it was that same girl of my dreams I had danced half the night away with after fighting through a whole crowd of other boys who also had the same idea. The same girl I talked my guts out to, and the same one that had made me loose my senses because the hurricane and floods had kept us apart. / She was over there waiting for the light to turn red so that she could cross the street and go somewhere and maybe I would never see her again. / One the other hand I had a job, I was getting paid to do it. I had my pride to think about because I had been faithful to my boss. They depended on me, especially on Saturdays because I needed to bring those mannequins out for display. It had to be done because the new clothes that they were to be dressed in would draw the attention of the Saturday crowd. Yes, I had my job cut out for me. I was dependable, trustworthy, and reliable, always on time, I was the son my boss never had, and I needed the money because we were poor. The choice was simple to make. / I looked at the employees getting ready for business, I was the only one not done yet. Inside of my rib cage I could hear the throbbing of my heart. Something wasn’t right and so I let the handle of the scrubbing window brush drop to the marble floor. I could not let this second chance to get that dream girl slip away. I might not ever get a third chance and so I decided to put her above everything else. I didn’t know if she would even like to see me as much as I was wanted to meet her again. I made my choice to go full throttle. / I left the brush, the squeegee, the bucket of soapy water, and my pride next to the unfinished fifteen-foot windows. I ran to her side and made my presence known. I asked her where she was headed to and if she remembered me. I probably asked her a hundred questions within a span of thirty seconds. I never gave her much time to respond as I walked along side her. She didn’t know where the hardware store was located and she needed to make a payment for her parents. / Being the gentleman that I was I volunteered my services as a guide. I knew the city well from my earlier years of delivering news adds. I could be a great asset to her not knowing the streets. I was already in trouble at work for just skipping out without me not telling them where I had gone too. / I took her around the scenic route, that way I could spend more time talking to her. I found out her full name, address, phone number and all of the important information I needed to meet up with her again. It was going to be easy because she was attending a city college in the down area, and I worked just three blocks away. What a change of luck for me that day. / I went steady with that girl for five years and she waited for me to return from Vietnam. The war really changed me and I was a different man after that. I wish I could say I was the same person as when I went in, but only she could describe the difference and answer many questions better than I can. I married her after those five years that I described on my prior story and on this one. We had, or should I say she gave birth to two wonderful sons. The older one looks like me and the younger one looks like her. / Today is her birthday and we have been married for thirty-six years. / Copyright© 2008 Oscarelizondo
I was deeply touched by a recent writing by Tricia (talindsey). I am requesting prayer for this family and ask you to read her message an…
I was deeply touched by a recent writing by Tricia (talindsey). I am requesting prayer for this family and ask you to read her message and offer prayer and encouragement.After the storm Katrina
Hey everyone…....... I was feeling better but back to these terrible headaches yet again….......... I AM DEMANDING THAT THEY GO AWAY …
Hey everyone…....... I was feeling better but back to these terrible headaches yet again….......... I AM DEMANDING THAT THEY GO AWAY AND BY FAITH AND HEALING THEY SHALL…..... ITS JUST A MATTER OF TIME….............Please pray for me … Thank you ! The main reason Im writting this, IS HURRICANE GUSTAV…......... THIS COULD BE REALLY, REALLY BAD !!!!!!!!!! PLEASE ALL PRAYER WARRIORS ! We must pray !!!!! I am in North West Alabama…............ Hurricane strength winds are very uncommon here. However, when Hurricane Katrina hit Mississippi and New Orleans, I had hurricane force winds here and there was destruction all around me….. I personally went to NEW ORLEANS and helped somewhat, and it was horrible…...... Katrina was not as big as this hurricane is….. THIS IS BAD ….......... It could be anyways….............. Living as far away from the initial impact as I live, we still had no electricity for over one week, and it was just horrible…............. What they had was so much worse….......... Peoples lives have been forever changed by what happened. Some of those of whom are just this month moving back into their new homes, are yet once more forced out and all they have time to do is wait…........ wait to see if they even will still have a home to go back to…......... I ASK YOU ALL KNOW TO PLEASE STOP WHATEVER IT IS THAT YOU ARE DOING, Go to your Prayer closets, and ASK THAT GOD HELP US ALL…............... Thank you so much and GOD BLESS YOU ALL ! Im back to bed…......... but no matter what, ALWAYS SHALL I WALK BY FAITH !!!!!!!!! / Forever your friend, / Bonita
hi,please pray Hurricane dissipates, pray CORPUS is o k where Carolyn is recuperating!.... / !I do not want to evacuate MY mom in a wh…
hi,please pray Hurricane dissipates, pray CORPUS is o k where Carolyn is recuperating!.... / !I do not want to evacuate MY mom in a wheelchair, 3 dogs,birds and 6 cat(S) o and me by helicopter OR LITTLE bity truck and NO artwork?too much…and no red bubble( if electricity goes..no a/c.&.food& water,ice is yucky) will start tying things down today so as not to be projectiles in high winds…..it can always turn around and die in the water…. love you artists….won’t make many comments today …i will catch up later! / ...love you! huggS / & XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXXOXOXOXOXOXO / Dalzenia / A4P
I want to thank whoever bought two cards from me. I appreciate your generosity and I do hope you enjoy them. On another note I do want to…
I want to thank whoever bought two cards from me. I appreciate your generosity and I do hope you enjoy them. On another note I do want to express my fondest gratitude to all of you that have sent me bubblemails and wonderful notes to cheer me up after my Mom’s passing. Your friendships have been and remain such a treasure to me that I cannot even express in words. It’s been a tough month and my dear Dad is still having such a hard time. Right after my Mom’s funeral our Uncle passed away and now we have a hurricane coming to the Texas Gulf Coast and coming aimed right at us! When will it end? / Anyway, thank you again for your kindness and I could not make it without you all. I promise to catch up with comments as soon as I can. I am helping my Dad but I have managed to take some photos. I don’t know if or when I will lose power but I wish you all the love that you have shown me. / God bless and peace, / Susan
By sunrise tomorrow, Ike will be a citizen of the United States. By sunrise Sunday, Ike will visit St. Louis Missouri. Ike is unwanted…
By sunrise tomorrow, Ike will be a citizen of the United States. By sunrise Sunday, Ike will visit St. Louis Missouri. Ike is unwanted and unwelcome and as a citizen he will cost more than a billion dollars. Because of his being here the price of fuel will rise, quite a bit. He will leave many crying and many more homeless. Ike will come in fast, wet and wild, taking your house and car. Worse than a divorce, Ike is a Hurricane of massive proportion. We don’t want you Ike, but we will deal with you !
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Been watching the hurricane all day. My family will probably be fine, I hope. We are supposed to receive at least 50mph winds and possi…
Been watching the hurricane all day. My family will probably be fine, I hope. We are supposed to receive at least 50mph winds and possibly higher, that kind of scares me just a bit, and tornadoes. Rain may be between 3-6” and will probably be tomorrow morning early when we start feeling the effects of it. We are about 30 minutes south of Dallas along I-35, they originally had said it would take this track, now they are saying I-45. Our gas prices have gone up more than .50 cents a gallon just in the past few hours, unbelievable. I am mainly concerned for the people in Galveston and Houston. I hope it’s not worse than predicted. They are in my prayers, please keep them in yours. – Glenna
PLEASE PRAY FOR THEM ! Hurricane Ike is bearing down or about to, and I have many, many friends there…....... GOD BLESS THEM EACH AND E…
PLEASE PRAY FOR THEM ! Hurricane Ike is bearing down or about to, and I have many, many friends there…....... GOD BLESS THEM EACH AND EVERYONE AND I PRAY A HEDGE OF PROTECTION AROUND YOU ALL….............. I love you and I know you will be ok ! PRAISE THE LORD !!!!!!!!!! Bonita :)
My husband is from Houston Teas, but luckily is Mum got out of there a few days ago. Our thoughts are with all in the Galveston and Houst…
My husband is from Houston Teas, but luckily is Mum got out of there a few days ago. Our thoughts are with all in the Galveston and Houston area during this time. We have booked to go out there for Thanksgiving this year in November. the eye is just passing over Galveston
Everything is well in/around where I live, not so good for those folks in Galveston and surrounding cities. We just got a bit of wind an…
Everything is well in/around where I live, not so good for those folks in Galveston and surrounding cities. We just got a bit of wind and rain here, yucky day, but thankful it wasn’t as bad as they had originally forecasted. Thank you so much for all the prayers and comments on the last journal entry about Hurricane Ike. There is an estimated $18 billion dollars in damage in the Galveston area, but so far I have only heard of two deaths from the hurricane. A 19-year old was swept off a jetty in Corpus Christi by the waves (what was he doing there?) and drowned. A lady in a city near Galveston was killed when a tree came through her roof while she slept, or tried to sleep. I have been out, so if any additional deaths have surfaced, I have not heard of it. So sad that anyone had to lose their lives. There is also that sad situation in Los Angeles where 24 people have been killed by the train crash, more than 40 are in critical condition, let’s remember those families in our prayers and also the people misplaced from their homes from the hurricane. It will take a long time, years, for those people to recover. Thanks again everyone!!!!!!!!! Glenna
Well it is going to be a while until I replace my camera..which stinks b/c I really miss taking my nightly sunset pictures..especially no…
Well it is going to be a while until I replace my camera..which stinks b/c I really miss taking my nightly sunset pictures..especially now that fall is coming. I have had the honor of borrowing a friend of mines camera for the use of taking pictures of Hurricane Ike which was supposed to hit my town dead on. We got lucky and God spared us, but our hearts are with everyone 250 miles from me in Houston and Galveston. Which Gave me the idea to make cards and add some healing and wonderful quotes to some of Hurricane Ikes sunsets before and after he hit. I am about to upload a new card series and I hope even if you don’t enjoy sunsets..please keep us (Texas) Houston and Galvestion and all the victims in your prayers. Thank You.
Just an update: This past weekend I spend riding out Hurrican Ike with my family in Houston TX. We were on the North Eastern side of H…
Just an update: This past weekend I spend riding out Hurrican Ike with my family in Houston TX. We were on the North Eastern side of Houston – the part that got the bad side of the storm as well as the eye. With praise to God, our house and all of us are fine. We had some beach houses down in Surfside, TX that got hit a little – still don’t know the full extent of the damage yet. The damage is pretty bad and thousands are still without power. I was encouraged today as I was returning home to Corpus Christi to see tons of relief help driving into Houston: Homeland Security buses, cars with gas tanks on top, freights with bulldozers and such, and a small pack of ambulances as well. We are still a ways off from being back to normal though. They estimate it will take about 2 to 4 weeks for all the power outages to be fixed and the amount of damages are almost unthinkable. There are sky scrapers with all the windows gone, roofs ripped off of buildings and many many homes with trees down on top of them, water inside them, and power out. I know there have been quite a few of you guys praying for these people and places and I ask that you continue to keep us in your prayers as recoveries are being made. I praise God for His might power in protecting us and hearing our prayers, but I know that there are many who were not so fortunate.
Just wanted to say hi. I have been through Hurricane IKE and been without electricity for 10 days. During this month my Mom passed away, ...
Just wanted to say hi. I have been through Hurricane IKE and been without electricity for 10 days. During this month my Mom passed away, then my Uncle passed and then just a couple of days ago his wife…my Aunt passed on. I mean every Saturday for the last month has been either at a funeral or a hurricane. I feel like I should buy a lottery ticket because things have got to get better because they can’t get any worse. My poor father is not doing well and it’s just so sad all around. We are going to my Aunt’s funeral this Saturday. This is my father’s sister. Just so sad. / Just wanted to say hello to all and let you know that I will be starting to drink soon. / :()
I AM AT STARBUCKS…took an hour to get connected , so not much time left to be with you.); / have to get home and set up generated power …
I AM AT STARBUCKS…took an hour to get connected , so not much time left to be with you.); / have to get home and set up generated power for moms bed and fans for the evening!!!! / I am documenting as much as i can , as much as I can handle, / no power yet….....WAS THE MEANEST STORM I HAVE EVER BEEN THROUGH EVER!The house howled and whistled,expanding and contracting…..serious movement…..Sassi from RB talked me through the roughest part…..lol! / NO DAMAGE TO HOUSE ,No flooding for us,4 trees snapped in halve in back ,one to side of house…had it gone forward would have smashed moms room and entire front end of house…but went OTHER way and wedged between other trees, / thanks to your MANY prayers,THANK YOU FOR YOUR MANY PRAYERS….one frightened kitty,sadly, ran out from shed, into storm and was killed. / all others ok. I have many stories to tell,some pictures to post…peacocks made it….Picasso was injured but will be ok…...the pine tree they(17 in that flock), were in snapped in halve about 12 -14 ft up…. / well, much love to you all / miss you like crazy texas hugs and kisses for you each!OXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOX / DALZENIA / A4P
HI RED BUBBLERS…...My mom has not recovered from the trauma of the hurricane,she checked out and began sleeping to avoid the stress and…
HI RED BUBBLERS…...My mom has not recovered from the trauma of the hurricane,she checked out and began sleeping to avoid the stress and devastation and is now having difficulty staying present…..very stressful for me.Making progress but , / i am still dealing with clean up and discovering what has been lost /damaged in storage…sadly, slides of some of my past works which cannot be replaced..are wet and many photos erroneously packed and stored in the wrong place by helpful friends…..had been looking for them for months. / 4 now I cannot say when I can return with any consistency as mom may go into hospital or there will be more intense work on my end….. please pray for her to rally…....soon.ty / remember I love you and think of you…often. / [-; take care / xoxoxoxoxo / Dalzenia, / artist4peace ps/BIG / thank you for all your sweet comments,kind words,concerns and prayers. / ALSO began teaching last week, and pc STILL needs work….....[-;
HI MY WONDERFUL BUBBLES/ART COMMUNITY FAMILY…. / Thank you ,your words ,sweet sentiments mean so much to me. / pc is up …the old one…...
HI MY WONDERFUL BUBBLES/ART COMMUNITY FAMILY…. / Thank you ,your words ,sweet sentiments mean so much to me. / pc is up …the old one…I will keep fingers crossed on its performance. straight up…we are moving towards in home hospice care for mom now…..hard to be with….even with improvement..she is weaker and we are going to keep her as comfortable as possible…. / I will be here and up beat as possible ..i want to stay as light as possible….and may be absent , as necessary , to care for mom and 2function…. / please forgive me if I dont respond soon,it is not personal and know you are appreciated as much as your kind words and prayers are…always. / ... allowing I may be a little spastic….. / I will post and participate as much as time permits….but next weeks/months if lucky/more blessed/ squeeze another year out….she wants to make 93( May 18 2009 )will be about …mom. / still clearing debris from storm…. / again ..love you happy to be here Thank you [-; / soon / ArtistDalzenia4Peace
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I Am Not Afraid-in the The Woman Photographer Group. !http://images-3.redbubble.net/img/art/size:ularge/view:main/2631289-2-i-am-not-a…
I Am Not Afraid-in the The Woman Photographer Group.
I am so elated my snapshot of the hurricane has been featured. Wow! I am very grateful and humbled by your enthusiasm for that capture…
I am so elated my snapshot of the hurricane has been featured. Wow! I am very grateful and humbled by your enthusiasm for that capture. I didn’t really think at the moment that we were in danger, but I guess in hind sight those wave were huge. Would I do it again, yes it was exhilarating, made me feel alive! Hurricane Newport Rhode Island
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