Not a Drop

I don’t even know what to say any more. Just blogging to get some feelings out. What a crazy few days.

Tonight the evacuations came closer to us….just a mile or so away. We are at a much higher elevation, and a mile makes a big difference, but it is a little scary.

I’m hoping to drop off cleaning supplies and/or cookies or something to the relief volunteers tomorrow. It’s a small part I can play.

I can’t imagine the effect this will have on Nashville in the years to come. Schermerhorn Symphony Center, Bridgestone Arena, Opryland Hotel, Grand Ole Opry — all flooded.

Not to mention our suffering water treatment plants. Ugh. I don’t even want to think about that.

At times this doesn’t even feel real. We can’t see any of the devastation from our house (not that I’m complaining). I haven’t shed any tears, instead choosing to channel my grief into non-stop news absorption.

I’m so thankful that my friends and family are safe. I’m thankful for a lot of things this evening.

3 thoughts on “Not a Drop”

  1. I’m glad to see you’re handling things… normal. I really really wish I could be there. It’s a huge relief to know you guys are safe where you are. If it makes you feel better, It took me over a week to cry about New Orleans. And, then I just cried because I didn’t wash my dishes before evacuating and I couldn’t get back to clean my kitchen! Yup. Cuz that was a big deal in the scheme of things.

    Love and prayers.
    Amy

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