Wednesday, November 13, 2013

Disaster Areas

I have not had a sink in my kitchen for three weeks.  It is starting to wear on me.

I am the first one to allow people to express angst fully.  An upside down day covered with "I should be grateful, so many people have so much more to worry about" usually draws permission from me to feel horrible if horrible is what is necessary. Wallow in it a bit if needed.  The term "first world problems" need not apply in the heat of a cranky moment.  Feel your feelings.  Indulge your bad moodiness.

And don't add a layer of guilt to your already pitiful, world-aware self.

So, here I sit - week three of kitchen demolition/reconstruction/dust everywhere distraction.  I have a gas range in my dining room and another one in my den.  I have a refrigerator in my kitchen and a second one in my sunroom.  I have workers with ladders and noisy tools and buckets of paint everywhere.  Everyday.  I have no running water in my kitchen.

Call the wahhhhmbulance...

I am not in the wake of Typhoon Haiyan.  

No one has died in the chaos at my house.  

We are not hungry. 

Or homeless. 

Or even a tiny bit more than slightly inconvenienced.  

And at the end of the day, I'll have a brand new kitchen.  The biggest tragic story I'll have to relay is the off-center placement of the under-counter lights.  Try not to feel too bad for me. 

Do pay attention to the Phillippines. 
In Tacloban, there is not enough food, or water, or energy to tend to the dead.  

Yea...poor me.  No kitchen sink for three weeks.  

Donate to the relief effort and I'll have you over for pie and coffee in my new kitchen...

Red Cross
UN World Food Program
Mercy Corps
Doctors Without Borders