09-15-05 8:45 PM
I sit here, enjoying a gentle breeze on the third floor balcony of Chateau Willcore™, in the Garden District of New Orleans.
It’s very dark. And very quiet.
Our city is battered, bruised, and knocked down, but will get back up.
It’s conjoined twin, Chalmette, it seems has bore the brunt of this battle, and most likely will noy survive.
Well, for my status report.
It’s a bit warm, but that is nothing new.
The unusable (except really for the toilet) water is on, as is the gas. Let me just tell you how awesome it is to have functional gas lamps protruding from the walls and ceilings.
My parents’ car, on the fourth floor of a parking lot in the CBD, is unscathed. This is more than I can say for some of ther others in the garage, and on the same fourth floor this car resided on for nearly two weeks.
As for the Chateau, well, I’m glad to report there were minor issues.
Sure, the pool is a dark, lagoon-ish green, and Satan seems to have posessed the refridgerator, but that is the worst of it.
Fallen limbs here, a few missing rooftiles there, and a little water damage just over yonder.
Overall, pretty fucking good.
Tomorrow, I go to the office to retrieve servers and data, and to hit up my apartment to retrieve yet more data and servers.
Maybe some clothes anf other niceties.
I would just like to inform Leigh that i started the third Harry Potter book tonight, reading by one of the gas lamps protruding from the wall.
And that when i finish typing this, I will read by candelight, here on the balcony.
So kids, NOLA will be back before you know it.
Will you?
I think that Harley and I would be back sooner than later if we had money to invest in property and had the prospect decent paying jobs….
er…make that “prospect *of* decent paying jobs”