Pray for Fargo.
Seriously?!?!?!?!?!?
Yesterday, there was a blizzard. It shut down part of the highway. One natural disaster at a time please! My hands are raw every part of my body hurts, I have dreams of filling sandbags and nightmares of floods. I have never known exhaustion until now. I have barely slept this week, most of this waking time was spent lifting 50 pound bags of sand. My feet feel agony when they are not wet and in work boots, the blisters are a small but brutal enemy. I look like a refugee getting on the bus in dirty, muddy clothes that have not been changed for a week to go to a work site. We all do. We all are one. Convicts, nuero-scientists. Black, white. Male, Female. Minnesota, North Dakota. Young, old. We are Fargo. That is beauty. At our best we are a well oiled machine and everything looks like a strange dance. The steps are simple but haunting. Even they cannot save us.
The river was only supposed to get to 41 feet (that was after we panicked because it went up), so we built the dikes to 42 feet because that would be "safe". The river is now supposed to crest at 43 feet. In short, the city is fucked.
The roads re icy and they are evacuating. EVACUATING!!!!
It looks like people are preparing for the end of the world.... (like in 28 days later where everyone is trying to leave at once).
Emily Z and a group from her school is coming to help tonight, so I'm not leaving until she gets here. I might spend the night in St. Cloud with Zeke & Angie (Zeke does not know this yet) because mpls is too far to drive.
I am terrified.
...need to pack.
Wish me luck!
<3 <3 <3
I am terrified.
Yesterday, there was a blizzard. It shut down part of the highway. One natural disaster at a time please! My hands are raw every part of my body hurts, I have dreams of filling sandbags and nightmares of floods. I have never known exhaustion until now. I have barely slept this week, most of this waking time was spent lifting 50 pound bags of sand. My feet feel agony when they are not wet and in work boots, the blisters are a small but brutal enemy. I look like a refugee getting on the bus in dirty, muddy clothes that have not been changed for a week to go to a work site. We all do. We all are one. Convicts, nuero-scientists. Black, white. Male, Female. Minnesota, North Dakota. Young, old. We are Fargo. That is beauty. At our best we are a well oiled machine and everything looks like a strange dance. The steps are simple but haunting. Even they cannot save us.
The river was only supposed to get to 41 feet (that was after we panicked because it went up), so we built the dikes to 42 feet because that would be "safe". The river is now supposed to crest at 43 feet. In short, the city is fucked.
The roads re icy and they are evacuating. EVACUATING!!!!
It looks like people are preparing for the end of the world.... (like in 28 days later where everyone is trying to leave at once).
Emily Z and a group from her school is coming to help tonight, so I'm not leaving until she gets here. I might spend the night in St. Cloud with Zeke & Angie (Zeke does not know this yet) because mpls is too far to drive.
I am terrified.
...need to pack.
Wish me luck!
<3 <3 <3
I am terrified.