We're headed back to Colorado. Denver this time.
Denver vs. Hville? The positives:
Close to an airport.
Close to a temple.
Close to a good friend.
Less likely to be blown away by a twister.
Denver vs. San-D?
Help..me...
In other indirectly related news, I have recently become very minorly involved with a fantastic non-profit organization. I feel very strongly about its mission. And, I have decided that if we go to Denver and if we decide to stay in Denver and if no one does it first by the time I have time, then I will do whatever I can to get this charity started there. So, that's something. Something that makes me excited at the very prospect!--even though the ifs above are numerous, the timetable is distant, and my own abilities likely lacking.
Friday, May 13, 2011
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
L Versus the Tornado
You know the dream where you are trying to escape an approaching tornado? I’ve had this dream about a hundred times. More often than not it is a terrifying dream. But, most recently (several months ago) I dreamed that I was totally calm as I stared down the advancing twister. I was at the lone hotel in my grandparent’s town. I looked at the tornado in the distance; I checked that the bathtub was in the bathroom (it’s a dream, so you never know); then I checked on the tornado again—which was so close that I could see nothing but the gray spinning cloud out the window, yes, mere feet away from the glass. Go time. Calmly run to the bathroom, get in the tub, and wait to see what happens. I guess you could say the dream practice finally paid off in this most recent subconscious battle with a twister.
I have always believed that these tornado dreams are universal for all who saw The Wizard of Oz as children. So I was shocked when I asked B about some of his being-chased-by-a-tornado-dream-experiences and he said he’d never had a dream about it. (He HAS seen The Wizard of Oz.) I then asked a friend. Not her either. I really had believed that generations of people experienced this. What can it mean? Is this my destiny?
I have always believed that these tornado dreams are universal for all who saw The Wizard of Oz as children. So I was shocked when I asked B about some of his being-chased-by-a-tornado-dream-experiences and he said he’d never had a dream about it. (He HAS seen The Wizard of Oz.) I then asked a friend. Not her either. I really had believed that generations of people experienced this. What can it mean? Is this my destiny?
here today, gone tomorrow
The answer is ALABAMA!!!! …or was.
(Incidentally, if you’ve never typed Alabama, you should do so now. Man, it’s fun!)
Last week’s storm still has power out for the homes and offices of the good people of Hville. Apparently, NG employees won’t be working at all this week. So, although technically it should be official now, there is no one to confirm that it is official (request our relocation). So, in the meantime, we have been instructed to look for another situation, in case this one doesn’t come through “in time”. To me it sort of feels like we are out of time already, but people say to give Alabama (seriously, you gotta try this!) two more weeks. Ok, that will give us a week and a half to make our moving arrangements. Plenty of time, right? So, I guess we don’t know yet where we are going. Here today, gone tomorrow.
Northern Alabama also appears to be here today, gone tomorrow (or here yesterday, gone today). Anytime I view a disaster like that I always picture what it must be like for the people experiencing it (this happens without really trying—it’s just sort of natural to think, “what if that were me?” “what if my house disappeared and I lost everything” “where would I go” etc.). This time, it’s different.
We are in a rotational program that moves us every year. Hville has always been a likely stopover for us—and a desirable one, in our estimation. We really could have been there this year. Easily. Right now. In the best case scenario we would be having a staycation with no power. Thinking about the “what ifs” for this disaster makes me feel a little sick. It really could have been us. It really could BE us. Who knows, next year Hville may take a direct hit. Or not. I have decided that the only way to deal with these possibilities is to adopt more of a the-Lord-gives-the-Lord-takes-away-blessed-be-the-name-of-the-Lord sort of attitude—which I should have regardless of where I live, but I forget.
(Incidentally, if you’ve never typed Alabama, you should do so now. Man, it’s fun!)
Last week’s storm still has power out for the homes and offices of the good people of Hville. Apparently, NG employees won’t be working at all this week. So, although technically it should be official now, there is no one to confirm that it is official (request our relocation). So, in the meantime, we have been instructed to look for another situation, in case this one doesn’t come through “in time”. To me it sort of feels like we are out of time already, but people say to give Alabama (seriously, you gotta try this!) two more weeks. Ok, that will give us a week and a half to make our moving arrangements. Plenty of time, right? So, I guess we don’t know yet where we are going. Here today, gone tomorrow.
Northern Alabama also appears to be here today, gone tomorrow (or here yesterday, gone today). Anytime I view a disaster like that I always picture what it must be like for the people experiencing it (this happens without really trying—it’s just sort of natural to think, “what if that were me?” “what if my house disappeared and I lost everything” “where would I go” etc.). This time, it’s different.
We are in a rotational program that moves us every year. Hville has always been a likely stopover for us—and a desirable one, in our estimation. We really could have been there this year. Easily. Right now. In the best case scenario we would be having a staycation with no power. Thinking about the “what ifs” for this disaster makes me feel a little sick. It really could have been us. It really could BE us. Who knows, next year Hville may take a direct hit. Or not. I have decided that the only way to deal with these possibilities is to adopt more of a the-Lord-gives-the-Lord-takes-away-blessed-be-the-name-of-the-Lord sort of attitude—which I should have regardless of where I live, but I forget.
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