I’ve been off.
I came back from an amazing extended Frolicon weekend with great friends, old & new, wonderful play, and just all around really happy experiences, but already dancing the tightrope of subdrop. I had an extra night of aftercare and extra attention that helped mend those wounds…
wounds – what wounds?!
The ‘I’m not 24/7″ wounds (IT’S OVER!! No more daily D/s! No more all day PLAY! FML! I was in heaven!) <~~ those wounds
But in the end, I ripped that fucking band-aid off, just like I do it…. fast & dirty – and all was back in sync. Drop recovered from.
Meanwhile, I had what I originally thought was ‘Con Crud’.
It was not.
I had Streptococcal pharyngitis.
I had Strep Throat.
Temperature up. Temperature Down. Up. Down. Up. Down.
Meanwhile, (Yes – that’s the SECOND ‘Meanwhile,’ – in other words… all this shit is going on at the same time.) A series of bad tornadoes decide to unload on my hometown.
Tuscaloosa, Alabama was hit with these horrible storms that has wiped out life, homes, businesses… just everything. Not everything, but it sure fucking seems that way. People are dead. Hundreds are missing.
I grew up here. There are places that I’ve grown up seeing that aren’t there anymore… and not because they’ve been torn down but because they’ve been destroyed.
It reminded me of the movie ‘Saving Private Ryan’ where those German towns are blown to fuck and back. That’s how parts of this tiny little town in Alabama looks. …and how all this shit … this drop, this destruction, and this stress looked to me… was like a bad acid trip… like I was walking with one leg longer than the other, but just by a tad.
So maybe things started to turn when they nabbed Bin Laden?
Someone on my FB said that they thought he’d been hiding in Alabama the whole time. Fucking tornadoes came and that bastard had nowhere to hide. -rednecks… *shrugs* …. go figure –
I got some chick time with MGirl one night. I kinda unloaded emotionally. I had needed that.
With all this going on, I had started going through my garage and separating what I had into sized kits. Ex: A child wears size 4T? Here’s a 4T kit (Bag marked size 4T Boy or Girl includes shirt, shorts, underwear, pj’s, shoes, toy). MGirl had started doing this as well and The SIL is bringing more supplies over for this in the days to come so all of our combined efforts will go FAR.
With those things we can go out on a truck and take food and these supplies to people who need them.
Day one I was on the phone with a volunteer number everyone was passing around, and they told us to go sign up at a church and they’d call us next week.
Really? Funny… The fucking President was here a few days ago and he seemed to think that we were in some sorta…crisis situation or something. Oddest thing… there’s The National Guard blocking off parts of 15th street and they are draining a Forrest Lake due to rumors of dead bodies. Seems to me like you could find me something to fucking do, bitch.
I needed a place to go… something to do.
….and today I went out to Temporary Emergency Services.
I worked in ‘Shoes’ for …hours.
This might not seem like a big deal, but please, let me explain. Heels are not appropriate footwear for tornadoes. Tuscaloosa has heels. We had to pull all the heels off the shelves to make room for sensible shoes that could be given to those who had nothing.
First of all – every place is overloaded with everything- there just isn’t enough people.
At some point I went to go and find a place to store our 100 boxes of heels and some big guys to move them.
Some amazingly annoying alarm goes off. I’m sweating like a whore. My pin-up/rock-a-billy girl bandanna look was holding up quite well though…
I swing by the front and ask the guy in charge what the alarm was all about and he informed me that he needed escorts. (I know… heh.)
Since nobody’s name tag actually stuck, I kinda shoved the front part of mine into my cleavage. It literally stuck up like a flag. You could tell he was kinda shocked when his eyes searched my chest, found my name in my tit crease – read it… then had to meet my eyes…knowing that I’d done that on purpose. I’m sure he wondered…if not but for a moment… “What kind of person does….that?”
“You will go with Casey…. and she will show you how to do it once and then come back here to get your first family.”
….and I did.
I escorted families around who had nothing and we got them set up with everything from shirts, pants, shoes, underwear, socks, pj’s, baby items, pillows, blankets, coats, towels, cloths, cleaning supplies, hygiene, toys, school supplies, toiletries, food & water.
I worked my ass off.
Then I went to MGirl’s and got high.
Now I feel better.
Gonna do that shit tomorrow too.
. ..and mark my Southern Ass… I’m wearing heels in tornadoes from now on. If anyone has earned the right… I believe it’s me.