Aftermath

It was rainy and breezy and overcast today. Remnants of Katrina, the fine folks on The Weather Channel told me.

I like the anchorpeople on TWC. Most of them, anyway. A couple of the women annoy me with the way they speak, their inability to ad-lib as well as some of their counterparts. A couple of the men bug me, a little, because they look as if they are wearing rugs, and every day, I find myself thinking: Why bother?!

The only 2 people I can face, on a daily basis, early in the morning, are Heather Tesch and Marshall Seese. And whoever happens to be travel analyst that day. Oh, and the tropical weather guy (he always wears really snappy button-down shirts and cool ties; sadly, I cannot think of his name at the moment).

Anyhoo, I was trying to take a picture of rain this a.m., but the wind kept blowing the leaves I was attempting to photograph.

Later in the day, I found some mushrooms. I believe these are deadly poisonous (as opposed to mildly poisonous). My friend Joe the Outdoorsman said that certain kinds of mushrooms (possibly these) will make a person violently ill a few hours after they are consumed, and then the person will appear to have made a complete recovery, only to find, a day or 2 later, that he or she is in COMPLETE liver failure. Or something like that.

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Nevertheless, I am fond of fungi. From a visual perspective.

Where do you go when your home is now underwater? How do you rebuild when everything is gone? Do you pack up and head north, wanting never to experience something like this again? Or do you figure the odds are in your favor, in the long run, if you manage to live a long life, and decide to stay where you are, only not quite exactly as you were because, obviously, everything is different now?