blow me down

I'm thinking that a boy who spent his whole life in earthquake country ought not to have to see what a hurricane is like.

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It is looking less and less likely that I will be able to fly out Saturday, since my flight path cuts directly across the projected hurricane path (subject to change). I remain hopeful.

If I am unable to leave, I have volunteered to be redeployed to a new shelter for a week, if they need me, which they probably do. So I may have to postpone that shower for a few more days. :(

I don't want you to get the idea that I stink though. I have become very good at bathing at the little sink in our clinic. It really is a little sink (unlike the little franciscan church which is actually quite big), being located in a kindergarten room. There is a tiny little toilet too. awwwww! I have been using apple-scented kids soap, and I like how I smell.

Back to business, we are packing a deployment box with a little bit of everything we have collected over the past three weeks. It is amazing how much I have learned about this kind of nursing. I love the challenge of doing something completely different.

One of my friends who works with FEMA called and told me that they are being pulled out of baton rouge. It's hard to tell what that means--FEMA is bound to go way overboard this time.

There is a kind of palpable tension that seems to grow as the storm gets closer. We are pretty far from the center of the storm, so I can only imagine what it is like for my friends in Texas. Our tension was relieved by two little sisters who spent the morning in the clinic drawing pictures for us and asking millions of questions. I have at least a half-dozen little letters addressed "To Moke".

I watched a little of the news last night--first time in three weeks. I can't believe how they sensationalize all this. My advice is to turn off the tv.

More later, I suppose.