i survived
--my couch, tyler--
well, i survived the hurricane. rita veered northwest at the last minute, hitting port arthur, beaumont, and louisiana.... again. ridiculous. so, i didn't have to spend the night, and thank goodness for that. i DID spend 12 wearying hours at the office - most of my time spent in the shelters interviewing evacuees about their reactions. i just can't imagine what these La. people are going through - it's so tough.
saturday was just long and windy and rainy. i spent the entire day eating the excess of breakfast foods in the office. and drinking lots and lots of coffee. too much coffee. mochas, lattes and just plain coffee. by 11, i was completely run down. and i slept like a log that night.
you know, i'm very thankful it missed houston, and brookshire, and college station and most of east texas. minus nacogdoches and lufkin. however, the anticlimatic-ness of the whole thing, especially after all that preparation, well... it was kind of a let down. the big story for us, turned mostly into a big nothing.
tonight, i was watching cbs cover the restoration efforts in beaumont live. that's where the story is. i got a call from wilton last night - he's the one shooting it - and he told me he was staying in a hotel, with the cbs anchor, with no electricity and no AC. and he said it was exactly the kind of thing i would get a kick out of. i listened to the message and laughed and then thought about how true that was. i mean part of me is very, very tired of the devastation, the horrifying stories and the inescapable depression that's been lingering over the news for the past month. but, a part of me - the insatiable hard news part - definitely wants to be in the midst of the big story. just like wilton. i'm the teeniest bit jealous. especially when the tyler anchor asked the live anchor in beaumont how the night fared with the photojournalist wilton johnson. i want the story, too... you know what i did today? all day? i clipped my stories from countless stacks of newspapers ranging back from two years ago. and then washed my hands so often i felt like i was OCD and wathced the soapy, ink-blackened water swirl down the drain. so productive, right...
i'm ready to get back to work. day's off are great, BUT, i'm having news withdrawal. i think i have a problem.
well, i survived the hurricane. rita veered northwest at the last minute, hitting port arthur, beaumont, and louisiana.... again. ridiculous. so, i didn't have to spend the night, and thank goodness for that. i DID spend 12 wearying hours at the office - most of my time spent in the shelters interviewing evacuees about their reactions. i just can't imagine what these La. people are going through - it's so tough.
saturday was just long and windy and rainy. i spent the entire day eating the excess of breakfast foods in the office. and drinking lots and lots of coffee. too much coffee. mochas, lattes and just plain coffee. by 11, i was completely run down. and i slept like a log that night.
you know, i'm very thankful it missed houston, and brookshire, and college station and most of east texas. minus nacogdoches and lufkin. however, the anticlimatic-ness of the whole thing, especially after all that preparation, well... it was kind of a let down. the big story for us, turned mostly into a big nothing.
tonight, i was watching cbs cover the restoration efforts in beaumont live. that's where the story is. i got a call from wilton last night - he's the one shooting it - and he told me he was staying in a hotel, with the cbs anchor, with no electricity and no AC. and he said it was exactly the kind of thing i would get a kick out of. i listened to the message and laughed and then thought about how true that was. i mean part of me is very, very tired of the devastation, the horrifying stories and the inescapable depression that's been lingering over the news for the past month. but, a part of me - the insatiable hard news part - definitely wants to be in the midst of the big story. just like wilton. i'm the teeniest bit jealous. especially when the tyler anchor asked the live anchor in beaumont how the night fared with the photojournalist wilton johnson. i want the story, too... you know what i did today? all day? i clipped my stories from countless stacks of newspapers ranging back from two years ago. and then washed my hands so often i felt like i was OCD and wathced the soapy, ink-blackened water swirl down the drain. so productive, right...
i'm ready to get back to work. day's off are great, BUT, i'm having news withdrawal. i think i have a problem.