I hate when my life gets like this. I seem to be doing fine,
I actually think I’m doing okay and then,
it hits me out of nowhere,
Katrina residual is what I call it.
It happens around the middle of July and lingers on til the end of October.
Yesterday was the 8th year anniversary of the storm.
I was melancholy the entire day…still don’t feel like myself.
This time last year, we were dealing with the ramifications of Hurricane Issac.
Sweltering heat, no electricity…which means no air conditioning…in the deep south.
It was awful.
100% humidity makes it hard to breathe for someone with upper respiratory issues like me.
No electricity means no lights, not even street lights so, it was dark as shit at night.
No where near Katrina shit but, I hate not having electricity because aside from the obvious,
you then go through the, “how the hell they have lights down the block and I ain’t got no damned lights ” syndrome.
I guess my mind is in protective mode,
bracing itself to handle whatever comes.
While still handling what’s already happened.
Eight years….feels like yesterday.