From serious to silly:
The major department store is closed still but no word from them as to when they will re-open. No effort is made to reassure customers.
No bookstore, except used paperbacks. Paperbacks smell of mold. Charity shops have books but the mold smell is there, too.
If you are marginally housed, it gets worse. Couples stay together because housing is unavailable. Domestic violence increases.
Children who've been thrown from pillar to post get academic awards. I find this amazing.
If you need to put Ma or Pa in a nursing home or assisted living facility, you'll have to displace them further by driving hours to get them a place. We don't have the infrastructure for the elderly anymore.
You overhear a conversation between physicians discussing how the government should give a subsidy to doctors because the amenities of a doctor's life are impaired and doctors are leaving the area.
You wait in long lines for everything.
You think of New Orleans and want to cry. Not for the first time.
Nationally, people think that we've rebuilt and life is just great down here.
The post office is open and doing o.k.
P and C 1, along with P and C 2 are waiting for their homes to be finished. Great stress in being out of one's home.
Post Traumatic Stress kicked in around Month 6. Observing friends and acquaintances cope is painful. Some are doing so very well, others are not coping anymore.
We should get free depression meds. Use us for a group study.
Mr. W. stopped drinking, cleaned up his life, began working and re-established good relationships with is children. Praise God!
Every guest preacher from beyond the Zone preaches the same sermon about how God loves us and God's Purpose is Being Worked Out Even in the Destruction. Some of the sermons are quite good.
If you don't live here, you don't understand. This is said often. Not a good thing to think but true in many respects.
I need more coffee....