Still no phone call. I hate coming to work when all I feel like doing is sitting in the floor and crying. I feel like I should be there, with Nana, helping Momma, but I can't see my way clear to do that with all these other obligations. Heather has to be delivered to summer school each day by 7:45, so I can't sleep late and I can't go traipsing off to Henry County Medical Center. Miranda has to have her daily chat, and Stephen has to beg for money to stave off starvation while he's in Atlanta. I have bills to pay with money I don't have. I'm so frustrated and so tired...I guess I'm feeling guilty with a side order of feeling sorry for myself because my sister did take off work yesterday and did go sit with Momma and Nana. She tells me they think Nana had a stroke, but it's hard to tell and they won't put her through a CAT scan to see if there's any blockage. We just have to wait. And so we wait.
There are certain things about Nashville which would drive a Baptist minister to drink - in public. One of these things is the entity known as NES. Whenever NES isn't out butchering trees, apparently they're arbitrarily turning off power to entire city blocks. Granted, we had a storm the other night. Granted, there were a lot of people without power, and there was a transformer damaged. But notifying Vanderbilt 15 minutes after you've already done it that there will be "intermittent" power outages, then leaving the power off for an hour and a half, just doesn't seem Kosher to me. Blakemore is very busy street, as is 21st. I know that the traffic lights on Blakemore between Natchez and 21st were out, no police presence, just reliance that folks driving in Nashville would know to treat the intersections as 4-way stops. Since I swear two-thirds of the population doesn't understand the concept of a 4-way stop, this was a bad idea. Meanwhile, back at the ranc...
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