*SIGH*
THURSDAY
It started off with residual thoughts of spending time with my last love for lunch the previous day. I shall not comment on those feelings. Bought Jill Scott on that lunch, not enough time to digest it yet as to give my 2 cents. Last day at the plantation. I'm stressed cause the track of this hurricane Frances is unsure and Savannah is in the danger cone of the possible path. I don't wanna be at work, rather be packing or preparing. Moms and I have plans to camp out in ATL but even that with the weather is looking if-ey. I cleared my desk and cleaned up my past at the plantation. Prepared escape. I was surprised to come to work and see a cactus (of which I can kill) on my desk. I miss Heblow, Z and my fighting fish for over a year that died recently =(. I received warm goodbyes from the plantation from the other indentured servants. I won't miss being there or massa but I will miss some of the decent folks. I'm on my own now, the future is wide...open. And with all the responsibility of independence I walk into the future with my talent and optimism on my sleeve. X-box from my baby brother is finally up and running. We now are with the Jonses with a DVD player (on it) and one game. GRAND THEFT AUTO III! Bitchen (no I ain't on that vice city or the new ish)!
FRIDAY
NO PLANTATION!
I got up and got Z out school...she was so mad with our morning routine that she wouldn't give me no love leaving her. I asked while I was dropping her off "what if you never see me again" as she brushed off my affections and could-care-less-cause-ma-ain't-feedin-into-my-control-drama-this-morning-energy vampire ATTITUDE THIS MORNING. But I brushed that ish off and kinetically gave her love anyway. Then it was to the house to prepare for the storm in spite of the disarray of my living conditions (I've been stressed and the house has reflected that ish). Worked a bit packing and figuring what did I own that I have to take. That in itself was traumatizing. Then I got with Moms to get board for the windows just in case. ALL SAVANNAH FOLKS THOUGHT WE WERE CRAZY. Their response was "That storm ain't coming here." Yankees in this storm shit got me and moms on sensitive and regardless we got the wood after an issue at the home depot. Our neighbor will deliver it to our houses. SHIT thank God we ain't on that low budget schedule cause it's all gettin expensive at this point. All day Ma and I realized we were alone here facing this. My brothers are caught up in their own karma in NY. My Dad is on some next ish and we figured based on the weekly interaction he had left. Never asking if we were ok or needed help, talking bout getting AC's and actually scaring us (nother story in itself). We were yankees in hurricane land, 2 women completely taking care of ourselves. Then after visiting the lumber yard at some point in the day we loose the fuckin license plate to the best car in our fleet of 3. FUCK! anyway it all ended with a visit from the police bout the plate (if we had to evacuate this would have been a serious issue) he gave us paperwork and a heads up. Lastly we had a margarita and watched the weather channel news and 2 movies. I stayed at my momma’s house around the corner from mine in security and confronted exhaustion. We living!
SATURDAY & SUNDAY...
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