Off The Beaten Path

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Some people come into our lives and quickly go. Some people move our souls to dance. They awaken us to new understanding with the passing whisper of their wisdom. Some people make the sky more beautiful to gaze upon. They stay in our lives for awhile, leave footprints on our hearts, and we are never ever the same.

Saturday, September 27

Leaving Louisiana


Tomorrow morning I go into town and get my U-Haul. Then I go back to the house and pick up all of the things that I have collected that the movers didn't take, but that I would still like to save. There really isn't that much, and it is kind of strange the things that I kept. I look at the stuff and smile. There really isn't anything of value, they all have sentimental significance. But the will no doubt just stay in storage and never be taken out. But they are things that I wanted to keep. Most of the dishes I gave to a man who gathers things that people give up trying to sell at yard sales. I called him this morning and he came and picked up the rest of the stuff that I had out on the lawn. I had laid down a big blue tarp and spread everything out for sale. I sold quite a few things, but I basically just gave them away. I didn't make any money, but that wasn't my purpose, I just wanted to get rid of stuff so that I didn't have to leave it or move it.

I don't know what to do with "Bob." The cat that is living underneath my house. I think Bob came after the Hurricane. But what I am going to do with him, I don't know. He is kind of wild, although he has tamed up considerably. When I come in the morning he comes out from under the house purring and rubbing against my ankles. A far cry from the cat that I first saw dash under the house when I came near. I gave him a boudin and we have been friends ever since. I can't take him to Georgia because I have a cat there, a male also, and they would fight I am sure. This cat has been used to taking care of itself, but I still don't want to just leave him. Always complications.

Anthony Ford came today, he is the man whom I am selling the lumber in the house. I wrote him a note saying he had my permission to demolish the house, and I gave him as much time as he needs. But since there is no roof I would suggest if he wants to reuse the hardwood flooring he better hurry a bit. The floors are beautiful, I tore up a few boards, they are so thick and nice. You can't buy hardwood like that anymore. Many of the boards are warped, but it still really hasn't hurt them. Since they are tongue and groove, they warped, but not in the middle of the individual boards. They can be taken apart, and they still lay down flat. It is just that they swelled, and there is too many boards to fill the rooms now, so they humped up in places.

It is sad to see the house the way it is now, I will be glad to get away so that I don't have to look at it anymore. It will no doubt haunt me for years, but there is nothing that I could have done. I don't have power agains a tornado. People would say, to bad you weren't here, as if I could have protected it. If the kids and I had been there and in bed, we would have been killed. So it is good that we weren't there.

I leave on Tuesday.

3 comments:

William ~ The Old Fart said...

Nea ~ Sorry that I haven't commented for awhile. Like you I've been very busy but for different reasons. I wish you a safe journey home and be grateful that you weren't there when the Tornado happened. It amazes me what some will say like you said whet could you do to stop a tornado.

I am sure Bob will be ok, he fended well before he met you, he will be ok once you leave for Georgia.

Eel Wind said...

I am sure you will get over it. Just don't always think of all the bad things that had happened.

you are right, we don't have power against natural disaster. If it's meant to happen, we have no choice but to accept it.

Nea said...

Hi Bill, yes I am back home now and trying to muddle along.......I will need some time to recover. I am still is a daze.

Hi elween, I don't know, there are something that leave you shaken until you never fully recover. I think losing your home could be one of them. I feel like a shell of a person now. Past is very important, your roots. Mine were in the things I had left from my Grandmother. Now they are in pieces all over the place. I feel the same way.