Woke up with a headache this morning. I hate when that happens... thankfully it doesn't happen often. The thought of coffee made my stomach go "Bleeeaaaggghh." When I sat down to write my brain overruled my stomach and said "We must have coffee to create."
How wonderful to be able to make coffee in about five minutes. It's good to have electricity, water from the tap, paper filters, plastic items. I've made campfire coffee, and frankly I prefer what comes out of my drip coffeemaker.
Of course, coffee reminds me of disaster preparedness; my 'disaster kits' are in Folger's coffee plastic canisters. Just the right size for a can of soup, bottle of water, couple of granola bars, and some peppermint candy. I've made food kits, shelter kits, personal hygiene kits, and one entertainment kit. I'm no dyed-in-the-wool 'survivalist'. But I do think it wise to prepare to live for three days without electricity and fresh water. This is on my mind as Iowa enters into the season of storms.
Here in Iowa the scenarios of disaster are limited. Tornadoes in the summer, ice storms, snow in the winter. Flooding like central Iowa had in 1993. Least likely, terrorism at the Animal Disease research facility in nearby Ames, Iowa.
I haven't forgotten my conversations with Jean, a refugee from New Orleans. It hasn't been quite two years since Hurricane Katrina made landfall. What Jean had to say about the devastation of New Orleans and her life remains with me. Could I survive a loss like that?
I just don't know. Sorry, dear Jean, but I hope I never have to find out.
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