Out of sync

In some ways, I’ve hardly been touched by the hurricane. I feel more buffeted by this last week on Wall Street than I do by two weeks ago when Ike blew in. My roof stayed on. Will I have a roof if the bailout doesn’t work? We cleaned up tons of tree debris. Who can clean up the oceans of bad debt, bad decisions, and lack of responsibility on everyone’s part?

The news on Galveston and Boliver and parts around there is bad. I hear that national coverage is nil or none. Too bad. There is so much ruined and gone. Texas’s most historic city is crushed right now: no water, no utilities, no school. What’s standing is full of water and mold. There’s a lot that isn’t standing, the old Balinese room, for one, home to long ago glamour and gambling and prostitution days. It jutted on piers way out into the water, the reason being that when police raided, there was time to hide the evidence of illegal gambling before police could walk the distance they needed to. Some 600 people are missing, ones who decided to ride out the storm or couldn’t get out in time. 

Developers are already talking about rebuilding. Newer structures on the beach held. But there will be a fight over beaches because Texas’s are shrinking. I feel tired, out of sync, to be writing every day about the 17th century when so much drama is occurring outside my door. We haven’t gotten in the car to go toward the coast and look. It feels too intrusive. My neighbor, who helped a friend check on her three houses behind the seawall said it made him sick to see the island. It was such a shock, he said, boats tossed up along the highway, waist-high trash, refrigerators, insulation, boards, trash as far as the eye can see. It’s hot (Ike sucked up all the rain) and the mosquitoes are out full force. I dreamed about being in a little boat motoring along the water to look at the destruction. A man called out to us to save a huge wisteria that was under water along with its house. Katrina, I thought, and didn’t help.

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