In my dreams

In my dreams

I had a photo shoot at a restaurant & this beauty was parked out front. I sat on the side walk & rested my camera on concrete step, propped up the lens with my flash’s pocket bouncer. See? You don’t always need a tripod, you just have to be willing to sit on a filthy sidewalk & make an ass of yourself in front of 100s of people. I think it was worth it.

Wings to fly

This picture was taken on a pier somewhere in Florida, by a kind stranger, old enough to know we could out run him if he chose to take my camera with him.  I look happy here, go figure. I think it was because my youngest still loved to snuggle & looked at me as though…

The vase & flower are about 5 years old, the fun Mirror came from Elizabeth’s Antiques before the Hurricane F2 hit

The vase & flower are about 5 years old, the fun Mirror came from Elizabeth's Antiques before the Hurrican (level 2) Hit

Last year when those massive Hurricane ripped the earth, & the people who live on that earth went very close to University of Alabama in Tuscaloosa & headed up to Birmingham. The storm was so big, that an F2 Hurricane RIPPED up through Cahaba Heights. I live in Mountain Brook. I live 3 or 4 miles from Cahaba Heights,When I think about that morning, my husband was out of town, I woke the kids up because rain was slamming sideways into my bedroom & the wind was so loud. We went downstairs to our basement. I let Blue out the door to pee, I watched him, his coat blown so hard, he was squinting. I thought the wind would take Blue from me. My house is surrounded by 100 foot pines 4 in the back & many more in the front. Not one fell, but i watched the trees bend over so far I thought they would crack. Reminded me of the quote,’If you don’t bend, you will break” Not one tree broke. They just bent over enough to believe I was in a dream. I called my husband, freaking out. “Amy, you’re going to be fine,”. Needless to say, That conversation lasted no longer then those words. What I didn’t’ know was that F2 Hurricane was just down the road, less then a mile. People’s house ripped, but not taken. Big trees fell on the cars & houses & some of the shopping center. That beautiful building Chickadee now resides in was destroyed, shame on me for not remembering the name of the store that was there. I think something about sheep. If hit Elizabeth’s antiques, I remember driving by the store & the was unidentified pieces of peoples lives the wind had just picked them up & dropped them where it want to, When I saw the damage, it looked like a war zone. I just cried & cried for all these people. But they rebuilt & the houses looked better then before. I still cry. They pulled up their boot straps & rebuilt their houses, replaced their cars & their lives. I wonder if I would be that strong had it me.
-amy
p.s. When David came home & he tried to see the houses & all the power trucks blocking the road, he came in the house, found me, & hugged me & said he was sorry that he wasn’t so supportive. He said,”I could have lost you, the kids, everything.” And it was very, very sincere. So Chabah Hieghts came back, some classics, some new, some chose to close, but the shopping center with all the boutiques was not there before, they are wonderful. I bought that mirror in Elizabeth’s 10 years ago, I carried it with me through 4 moves. & I still love it, maybe a little more, because of where it had come from. The Wind did not take everything, Sometimes, the earth shows us who’s boss & leaves people lost, or they died in the storm. We are a resilient bunch of people, we rebuild. We come back stronger then before, in hope that the earth will be gentle for a while.

This is the best before & after picture ever, the wall, not the man.

This is the best before & after picture ever, the wall, not the man.

I remember it was on of those days where the outside temp. was a good 5 degrees higher then our own internal temp. I remember thinking if our temps were this high, we would be in the hospital, dying & this man is outside painting. Some people can push that comfort level way down. I was sitting in my car with the a/c blasting so hard my I had model hair, eating chocolate that didn’t melt on the 2 second walk to my car. I am weak, since my surgery I wear socks & sweat shirts while everyone in the house is as close to being naked as I will allow. This week the highest of highs was 106 without counting heat index. 106 will put a man in a coma & lower his IQ to drooling & this man is painting in the sun. He is a non fiction superman. & someone is paying 10 dollars an hour to paint the laundry place or maybe die.
“well, bless his heart” That is a southern saying for. “what a damn fool”
I ate chocolate in a car with a/c running with gas @ 4 dollars a gallon.
“Well, bless her heart, she can’t help that she is a lazy, selfish, pig.” I thought to myself as I shove a candy bar down my throat.
No moral or happy ending. I didn’t like myself much. Do I care more for the men & women doing manual labor in 100 degree weather? Yes. But I can’t think of them, because I want to cry, I don’t have a soap box, I don’t have a job, I have health care & a/c. Can I change anything? Not really, I can just vote.
In Alabama, we cook ’em in the summer heat, legal or not.