Hi Joe ~
Yes, I am feeling better; thank you for noticing and commenting on that. Bleeding is still occurring through the tourniquet of seeing some rescue happen, and sheer time for acceptance of the
fact of this whole reality. Yes, I have, indeed, worked the last couple days. Today is a very rare day off; one I'd intended for many things, beginning with sleeping in [for the first time in months]. However, daylight and the canine/feline worlds interrupted that plan with approximately perfect timing. As I wanted to more finely tune my comment to Jarkko and Eija on that beautiful photo of the two of them, it happened to be my first thought upon awakening, and I came straight to the computer. My animals have since been fed, but I have a day's, planned work ahead that I need to start on pronto, or the day could easily slip away with little to nothing getting done here

. I am feeling majorly blessed since Friday, when [or Thursday? ~ the days run together when you're working all seven of them] I learned that we will be going to a 10-hour, 4-day workweek starting September 12. If I'm granted my 2nd-choice, requested Monday for my additional day off, I'll actually have a semblance of a weekend [from 2-3 PM in the afternoon on Sunday, through till Monday night]. It was my second choice only because Monday wasn't included, with the suggested days of Wednesday, Thursday, or Friday. However, those days are the least busy for other workers; whereas, for me and my immediate co-worker, Mondays are the slowest. So, we'll see how it goes. At any rate, I will have one day guaranteed for me, and for getting some, much-needed rest.
Last night, I went ahead and posted an "Unknown" as to Squidgy's whereabouts on the Gulf Coast News site. I gave your name as the first to contact, and mine second [with my phone number and e-mail address], with a final request that she simply notify us through the Forum, and ended it with "We love you." There are so many sites for listing that it's mind-boggling and overwhelming. I was going to go on and list on the CNN site, as well, but decided that one was okay for starters, and that since you were going to list on Craig's list, that would be two, at least for now. I read through several Survivors lists that, thankfully, were in alphabetical order. The list sites, of course, stress that your not finding the person you're looking for should not be presumed to be an indication of their status, that more names are coming in all the time.
It then occurred to me that there was possibly one more, pro-active thing I could do before I went to bed, and I looked Johanna up in the white- pages listings, since some phones have miraculously continued to work. I was thrilled to find her name and address, and felt hopeful when her street address didn't say "New Orleans," but "Gretna." The area codes are the same, though; and since I know that some people make quick reference to the largest city they're near, when asked where they're from, just so they don't have to go through the whole geographical description thing for no reason, I hoped that, that was the case and, perhaps, she was far enough from New Orleans proper to have
not been quite so directly and dangerously affected. I looked it up on Mapquest, however, and it shows as dreadfully close, enough to be almost a matter of location-name semantics. It also showed as being south of New Orleans, so a big hit, as well as possible storm surge/flooding.
I called her and got a normal ringing, but no answer, after at least twenty-five rings. Of course, this could mean her
non-working phone is simply processing this way, for whatever, bizarre reason; or, that her phone
is working and she's possibly, as you've suggested, off helping others, or evacuated to safety somewhere. So, I returned to the white pages and wrote down the numbers of the other three sharing her last name. One was in the same area code, and when I checked Mapquest, was very, very close to Lake Pontchartrain. This was a clearly-Hispanic-sounding name and I called that number first, on the off-chance that it was a relative, who had, perhaps, either given her shelter [and came through relatively unscathed]; had traveled with her, but had returned home, with/without her, but knew of her whereabouts; or had spoken with her and knew of her plans, and possibly heard from her since. That number just rang, as well, for an approximately-equal number of times. The remaining two numbers were located in the same town, and appeared to be relatives to each other, and were in a different area code. I called the first one and got an answer. We talked for approximately 1/2 hour. He is not related [nor is his relative, at the other number ~ those two families, and another related one are at the number I called, due to damage to their homes] to Squidgy, and doesn't know the name. His town is approximately 57 miles from where she lives, and he still considers where she lives to be "New Orleans." He said where she lives definitely got badly hit and messed up.
He happened to be in Florida at the time, and is fine. They have contacted all of their relatives and confirmed that they are all fine. Our conversation was a caring and concerned, but not weepy one. My voice started to crack only as we were hanging up and he wished me luck in finding her.
I know what you mean about energy in answering these postings. You put a tremendous amount of thought into your postings, and it does take a lot of energy to give them the attention you feel is warranted. When you're working a lot and already tired, it can be an additional drain. I've tended to read yours and answer them the following day, simply because I've wanted to give them the kind of reply they are due.
Thank you, again, for your support, Joe. Not that I can't fend for myself in these arenas, but that is simply not the point, and I know it. I appreciate all that you've said. There are many things I don't mind being criticized for. Anything related to compassion is one of them. I've been living with me all my life, and I know what's real and how I react ~ as in thought, deed, and action ~ to situations that call for it. I'm not the little Jew, who wrote the Bible, but I can truly say to some, "You don't know me from the wind. You never did, you never will."
Love,
Lizzy