I just can't get over the destruction in the south. It's staggering. And what's really wild is that so far people don't seem to be stepping up the way they did for the tsunami disaster earlier this year, and this one is in our back yard.
I tell my volleyball kids that you can't worry too much about what you can't control, but I don't always follow my own advice. Disasters always bring out a morbid and sad fascination in me that I can't explain. At least this time around I've not even turned on the TV.
And the question I keep asking is why the hell was New Orleans ever settled and developed the way it was? It doesn't make any sense to me. This disaster was totally inevitable. It was going to happen someday no matter what. I guess that's what I find so frustrating about it.
I really can't afford it right now, but I think I'm going to scrounge up some cash to give to the Red Cross again. There's not much else I can do, but it is something.