What Wilma Is Doing To Us

It was so hot and humid last night, I started puking. We're on day 10 of no power, someone siphoned gas from my car. They took the change in the ashtray that was for tolls. I'm thinking, it's getting pretty desperate here.

South Florida is suffering, and the news has stopped talking about it. I guess New Orleans was worst. It never dawned on anyone that Florida could suffer as great, if not greater. More people that work in buildings, can't go to their offices. They are finding office space in Tampa, and Orlando, having to move their families from here.

Power linemen stand in the streets, look at our power lines and put their hands on their hips and say out loud, "We have major problems." And then they go to lunch, or go check out other lines, never to be seen again. We all go outside of our hot little homes and look at them, begging them with our eyes to give us light. They just shake their heads.

I understand, they're not going into alley's to fix power lines because they have to wait for the city employees to go into the alleys and cut the trees off the downed power lines. Everyone has a specific duty, in a specific order.

I see street lights on at the end of my street. I see power at the restaurants, the fire stations, but the homes are still black. The sound of generators permeat the air. The smell of fuel is awful.

I'm starting to feel the dismay, the depression setting in. Never in my 50 yrs have I ever been without electric for more than 2 days at most. But 10? I feel dirty, my fingernails constantly get dirty, the roots on my head are overgrown. My skin is chapped, the hairs on my legs are.... jungles.

It's affecting us all. I heard NPR say on Monday, "This was the straw that broke the Real Estate market's back." Hell, we crashed in September, we're dead now.. No use beating a dead horse.

Time to go hunt for gas.