Grat-ahhhhh-tude by Angie Ledbetter

Zzzzzeet, whirrrrr, beep, beep, beep, click! Those are some of the best sounds in the world. Can you guess what made the noise? Give up? Okay, that is the sound of wonderful electricity once again surging through a hot dark house after six long days. Mere words cannot explain the gratitude and thankfulness (are they the same things?) that whizzed through my mind and body when we got power back after Hurricane Gustav.

Mixed in with the elation I felt knowing the A/C was already doing its magic to cool me off, I also felt a small twinge of loss. I immediately asked myself, "Are you completely crazy? What's not to like about lights and computer and blow dryers and washer/dryers and all the other wonderful things we are used to flipping on with a finger to a switch?"

With extra people staying with us to ride out the scary storm, it had been crowded and sometimes inconvenient, but there had also been a shared camaraderie among us all huddled together around lanterns. The kids were forced by nature, then downed trees, then a city-wide curfew which is still in effect to be home with the family. We gathered with neighbors to pool groceries which turned into delicious meals from the BBQ pit and propane burner. There were no streetlights or city brightness to block out the beauty of the sky one night. For lack of anything else to do, we had to have actual conversations, hang around on the porch or in the front yard sitting in the driveway, and read books during daylight hours. Now that everyone's gone home, I miss them and the shared routines.

Don't get me wrong, I was totally grateful for electricity when it came to cleaning up the house afterward, but the feeling of being a pioneer with an unknown future ahead was exciting. All the old boring routines were replaced by something different. It felt good to be able to help others, to be prepared for any- and everything. Everyone was kind and helpful...pulling together to get yards cleaned and trees cut, sharing ice with those who didn't have any, and other neighborly things you don't get to enjoy often. And I actually prefer coffee made in my old aluminum camp pot.

School's supposed to start up next Monday again, and I have mixed feelings. I know the kids are ready to get back to the books, but I'll miss seeing them as much as I have the last week and a half. We have so much to be thankful for that we take as a given and assume will never end. Disaster reminds us of those things.

Mostly I'm grateful for the people who are camping out here in Baton Rouge from almost 20 states. The tree trimmers and electrical linemen, the roofers and emergency service personnel, the Tennessee National Guardsmen and women who arrived home from a tour in Iraq only to drive through the night to get here and help hand out emergency supplies. Ah, it's a great feeling to know there are those far and near who, in the worst of times, give their best.

Now...I think I'll go run my garbage disposal, just because I can! ;) What would be the first appliance or thing you turned back on?

Too Tired to Think by Angie Ledbetter

Boy, what a day I had. Twelve hours of working the football jamboree! Can I tell ya? It's no fun to work over a hot fryer or grill cooking food when it's about 200 degrees outside and so muggy you're breathing wet air. Having an internal thermostat that tends to run on Warm anyway, added to a stadium filled with teenagers, and you get sweat dripping in your eyes.

Selling raffle tickets wasn't too bad, and when I cut up 6 bags of onions into thin rings to grill for burgers, at least I was sitting down. That our home team lost in the very last seconds of the game after running the first kickoff back for a touchdown in the first play was deflating for all the moms and dad who'd been out there working since noon.

Even with the loss and the running sweat and my onion-smelling hands, there are still things I'm grateful for, like working with great and generous people. We've made as many preps for hovering Hurricane Gustav as we can, the little school band of about 15 kids which one of my sons plays in did a valiant job with the Star Spangled Banner, and I got to take a break to go serve and eat supper with the men at one of our local shelters...always a great pick-me-upper! The 30 or so guys there loved the food and enjoyed visiting with us over dinner.

It's past midnight and my bed is crying for me. Please excuse any typos or bad sentence structure. Too tired to edit. I'm grateful for the coolness of my house and that I now get to go to sleep. Simple things, but things which many people do not have. (The shelter guys sleep on hard cots or bunks!) I will keep the many Gulf Coast evacuees traveling north and west away from the eye of the storm in thought and prayer tomorrow as our main Interstate switches to contraflow. It's just too hard to think of another Katrina coming toward us on the exact date of "her" third anniversary.
I'm grateful we have supplies and the means to flee should it become necessary.

Good night.