The storm on Friday wasn’t nearly as bad near my office as it was near our house. Apparent tornadoes my ass.
There was, in fact, an actual tornado that hit about a mile and a half from our home. Fortunately, no one was hurt, although a lot of people sustained damage to their property and houses.
We are friends with a family whose land was right in the middle of the tornado’s worst damage. Their house has a little bit of damage, but it is mostly okay. They did, however, lose almost every tree on their several acres of property (and they have a lot of trees – they estimate more than a thousand were lost). Their livelihood comes from a tree service they own and operate, so it’s lucky in that they already have a lot of the equipment they’ll need to clean up, but because their livelihood comes from trees, losing their trees is more upsetting to them than it might be to some people. Their yard looks awful, and last I heard they still didn’t have power or running water.
My family went over there to help with the beginning stages of the cleanup on Saturday, and Sammi meant to take pictures for me to post but forgot. I’ll try to get some up here later. As for me, I did hold the workshop on Saturday as planned and everything went very smoothly. I’m so relieved that it’s over.
- The engine in my parents’ Jeep blew up today. The minivan was already out of commission, so now they are down to one vehicle (Ginny’s truck) between them. Why does everything have to break at once, and always between pay periods when no one has any spare money? I hate that.
It turned out mildly okay, though, as my laptop does have a compatible graphics card for the game, so after another hour of installation, I got to spend about thirty minutes playing before I had to go to bed. That whole saga began at 6:30 and ended after midnight. Oy.
I think it must have happened yesterday, but I didn’t notice it until today at lunch. I was in a very Republican area of town and noticed another car with a Kerry-Edwards sticker and thought, “Cool, I’m not the only Democrat up in this joint.” Then I glanced out the other window at my car – and there was no sticker.
I immediately tore out to the parking lot, because after my initial rage came an overwhelming fear that whoever took the sticker had also vandalized my car in some way. I checked all over for signs of keying or other sabotage and didn’t see anything, so I guess I’m lucky there.
When I got the sticker and put it on my car, I immediately worried that someone would vandalize it. That kind of stuff happens around here. When I stopped in at the Democratic headquarters last week to pick up some campaign material, they were keeping a three-ring notebook with pages and pages of people whose yard signs had been stolen. That’s really sad. And the thing is, around here I see three times as many Bush-Cheney promotional materials as Kerry-Edwards ones. I guess it could be because the Kerry-Edwards ones keep getting stolen, but honestly I just think there are more Bush suppporters in my area.
We’re already outnumbered, so what in the hell do people think they’ll accomplish? If they steal all the signs, will we forget that Kerry and Edwards are running and just vote for Bush because there’s no other option? Am I going to change my vote because some asshole TOUCHED MY CAR and took a sticker off of it? Hell no. And luckily I have a spare at home, but I’m still furious about it.
I am sure that there are just as many Democratic assholes out there stealing Bush-Cheney material as there are Republicans. I’m certainly not the kind of person who’s going to be all, “See, you damn conservatives are all the same.” But somehow I suspect that the out-of-control conservatives greatly outnumber the out-of-control liberals around here. I do work less than a mile from Jerry Falwell’s fucking church, after all, in a neighborhood where a concerted effort was made by his congregants to force a prominent gay rights activist out of town. It is sometimes as difficult to be a liberal in this area as it is to be a conservative in others. But really, that’s not the point.
The point is that I parked my car in a public lot and someone found it appropriate and acceptable to remove something from that car. I don’t care if it’s a two dollar bumper sticker, a fifty dollar hood ornament, or a three hundred dollar stereo. It belonged to me, and someone took it, and that’s bullshit.
I hope the week doesn’t turn out to be as long and annoying as today has been so far.