If you're looking for a post called "Something for Everyone", I deleted it. (Then I re-leted it. It's now the next post in line. Yes, I know. I need help.)
It kind of came off as though I was making light of a mental illness. That's not like me, at least not here.
In September, 1998, Hurricane Georges blew through the Caribbean, and right smack over our house in Guaynabo, Puerto Rico. For a couple of kids from Granger, Utah, this was a brand new, who'da thunk it would happen to us experience. But that's not the story here.
After the storm passed by, there were maybe twelve hours where a constant breeze blew over the island. Considering that there was no electricity - and that meant no air conditioning and therefore nothing standing between me and the first cement mixer I could fling myself under - that breeze was heaven sent and convinced me that maybe weathering our first hurricane wouldn't be such a bad experience after all.
Ha ha. Ho ho. It is to laugh.
After those first twelve hours, when the last of the storm had cleared the area, the wind stopped. Dead. It was like a vacuum sucked all the moving air out of the atmosphere and we were left up to our whatsits in post-hurricane humidity, a meteorological state of affairs that would have to dry out three days just to work up to saturated.
And there was still no air conditioning. No refrigeration. No cable, for crying out loud.
Yes, that was every bit as delightful as it sounds.
Anyway, that's how I've felt the last couple of weeks. Like a hurricane has blown past and sucked all the wind out of my sails.
And I don't think I'm alone. What is it about May? Is it that we're sick to death of winter, of school, of the routine that has driven us along like a cattle prod since spring break? All I know is, I've had two friends e-mail me this week telling me that their trust has been stomped on by people they cared about. And a blogging pal write that he's struggling to move past a professional rejection and a personal wound that has taken a long time to heal.
And of course my last post* detailed the good times I've been having here in this, the last place you can stop for gas on your way to the netherworld. (* That post has been removed on the advice of...well, someone who has the authority to advise on such matters.)
And that doesn't even account for my darling friend's trials as she cares for a child with a potentially terminal heart condition at the same time her husband has lost his job. Nor for the feelings of frustration and confusion when my efforts to help her earned me a rebuke from the very people I would have expected to be first in line.
So clearly, I'm still trying to rally from what has been kind of a rough few weeks. And the post I pulled was proof that the backup generator hasn't been sufficient to get me under way just yet.
No worries. Back in the islands, the trade winds returned after a few days, as did the electricity, and we cleaned up the debris and patched the leaks and moved into a gentle tropical autumn.
I'm confident that breezier days are ahead for all of us, if we can just get past the heat and the hurt.
And in the meantime, perhaps we can pull out the oars and paddle our boats a little closer together.
Keep each other company, 'til the wind fills up our sails.