Waves and Korn

Monday was a beautiful day in Galveston. I took Seawall Blvd to get to work due to traffic congestion along my regular routes, and the beauty of the six foot waves took my breath away. I can't remember Galveston waves ever being so perfect. The north wind took out the normal chop of storm waves leaving perfect swells that became perfect waves. Old white dudes with big bellies and big boards were enjoying the once in a blue moon waves. I called L.R. and told him. He was surfing before 11:00 a.m. I called B.Ron. He never made it; he had a flat tire. I called Barry to meet me for lunch on the seawall. He picked me up at 11:30. We drove through Wendy's and parked on the seawall right in front of L.R.'s truck. We watched him surf through our binoculars. I got the urge to skip work.

Far from my mind was the devastation that was happening at that every moment elsewhere. The very cause of the beautiful waves was killing people up the coast. Now it's all over the news media. It's the first thing I hear and see in the mornings, read at noon, and see at night. Tonight people looking for their lost relatives, people wanting to barbeque for the refugees, and people with big trucks full of stuff to donate were being turned away from the Astrodome in tears. Only the people being brought in by buses were allowed nearby. Maybe that is why I cannot sleep right now. My mind won't stop thinking about all those displaced people and their sorrow and hardship.

My mind is also racing with Korn music. I've been driving to and fro work in my new Toyota Matrix (with a CD player) listening to Korn's Greatist Hits REAL loud. I laugh and wonder how many other middle-aged females listen to Korn. Old people are angry, too! Now I can't get their music out of my head. I will not be listening to them tomorrow.