Lookin for soul food an a place to eat

Whew.

All is restored. Except my address. Now it has a number 1 on it. So if anyone else wants to use this blog name, you must know that I be the ho who be numero uno.

I was a bit sad when I thought I had lost all those posts, all that complaining and rejoicing, all those hour by hour accounts of existence. All that me. But actually, I was kind of excited when Kristine suggested I just start anew. It was like, losing all your possesions in a fire. And then you get say, a fork and knife and plate. And a blanket. And a pair of shoes. And life is well, simple for a while.
Except, of course, it was not like that at all and I have absolutely no clue what someone goes through who really loses things that matter. Thinking about all the people who might be affected by Rita tonight.

Makes our little issues like high gas prices seem pretty petty indeed. You won't catch me complaining.

Monty went to karate for the first time tonight. Not sure if he is ready for it. He was a little silly and the sensai was scowling a bit at him. We are going to try again though. Lucy was a riot. She sat at the back of the room with me and yelled, "Sammy FIGHT! Hi Ya!" over and over.

And now I must go and do some chores. We don't need no hurricane round here. The place already looks like it.

A.