A Lesson Learned

I'm so glad that "the authorities" learned their lesson from Hurricane Katrina. This time, they took the storm seriously and have made serious plans. We shall see if they were adequate.

The people I really feel for are the ones who were ordered to take shelter somewhere, and were moved from there to somewhere else, and are now on to a third or even fourth place. One imagines all along the way there were people telling them "Do this! -- Do that! -- You have to. -- you can't..."

When people are evacuated from a storm-prone area, they shouldn't have been sent to another storm-prone area. Don't we all know by now that Houston gets huge rain storms several time a year? Let alone hurricanes?

We have a couple who has come to our county in Tennessee. We're expecting about twenty more people, more of less. Last night at choir practice, there was a discussion of where these people may be able to get some household furniture (they were able to rent a small trailer so they have the small necessities. When a certain clearing house of items was mentioned by my husband, everyone frowned and shook their heads.

"They don't give nothin' to this end of the county," a man said.

"But we've taken lots of things to them," my husband said -- and that's the truth.

"Don't make no difference. They won't give us anything."

Don't people get uppity? For shame! If we give away a useable table, we want someone to get it who needs it, and we don't care where in the county they live.

I guess we've learned one lesson and have a few more to learn!