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Thursday, September 18, 2008

Day Seven

No Power, No Water.

My company put us up in a hotel, and it is GROSS. Not saying I'm not grateful, because I am. It has power and water - and at least the local channels. But it's dirty and damp and nasty. I WANT TO GO HOME.

We are still on the list to be restored today and I can only hope that is true. Our clothes are dirty, damp and wrinkled. I feel like I've aged about 10 years and I'm sure I look it too. I am uncomfortable, sad and depressed and if you want to eat around here, you have to buy it at a fast food place or a restaurant. So, money is becoming an issue too. I think they said most grocery stores have everything except dairy, eggs and meat. But I wouldn't know- I've had no occasion to walk into a grocery store. My fridge has been just sitting there since 3AM on Saturday morning.

This is enough to make me want to leave Houston. Or really any place where a hurricane can come. It's enough to send me to the mountains of Montana. I can't remember a time I felt more displaced, more depressed or frustrated. I know just about everyone in the city feels the same, but it doesn't make me feel any better.

Last night we were in the elevator, wrinkled and rumpled ... coming back up from taking Blanca down. This couple got into the elevator with two suitcases and a 6 pack of beer, looking worse than we did. They lost their entire house ...

Kah

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