Katrina Tales II

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Date: 18 September 2005 23:34:43

You don't care how you look when you're planning to ride swooping down country roads with all car windows open, sun blazing, shocked grasshoppers and horseflies accidentally getting sucked in to hop about on the back dashboard.

You care only for comfort. I wore "earth shoe" sandals, easy to shuck off. So I was barefoot most of the time.

I wore a short stretchy cotton skirt. I wanted every possible stray breeze blowing up... Ah, never mind. Let us just say I wanted to be cool.

Sunglasses. A hat for when I had to get out of the car. A cotton bandana to tie the wild locks up out of the breeze, off my neck, and a light cotton T-shirt.

I forgot my sunblock though. Was peeling like a snake a few days later.

We'd snack foods in the car, nutrition bars and so on. We expected to find many a restaurant shut down due to employees evacuating, and we didn't know how many days we'd be gone. The Spouse bought a sack of "peanut butter cups", you know, the chocolate-covered peanutty bites in little concertina'd paper cup?

It's a sin to waste food, Radar O'Reilly said. When the candies started to melt I drank them.

I never drank so much water in my life as I did while we were traveling and while we were in the shelter. Dehydration leads to more colds, lowered immunity, and to heat exhaustion when you're stuck out in the sun -- I was gonna remain as squelchy and dewey and wet as I could make myself. Never be without a bottle of springwater in your hand when you're running out from under the skirts of an advancing killer hurricane.