Sunday, October 28, 2007

Have Confidence

Currently, I am gazing at a waning-gibbous hunter's moon that is rising and setting on an absolutely lovely weekend. Whatever potential this weekend had, it has met that potential and more.

And there was so much potential to fall apart.

I am constantly thanking people in here. It really gets old after a while, so I won't do it this time even though I am overflowing with gratitude. I realize that "nothing gold can stay", but I think that something gold can be cherished.

Whether your gold is so simple as carving a pumpkin...

...or so satisfying as successfully starting a plot for a comedic piece of theatre...

...or so brilliant as to recieve a wake-up Saturday-morning phone call from your Ireland mum in Galway...

...or so strange as window-shopping and gardening...

...or so comforting as a genuine realism for the first time in a long time.

It is gold.


Monday, October 22, 2007

Tan Lines in October

"It makes me want to cry."
"It's so sad."
"This will make people respect what they have a little bit more."

This is just a bit of what Williamston citizens have to say about Thursday's tornado.

I am sick of hearing stories about Rutgers, murders and kidnappings. How about a story about a community who knows how to come together in a time of devestation? I'm proud to live here.

Thursday October 18, 2007
7:30 PM-First siren sounds
7:45 to 7:55 PM- Theatre kids, swimming kids, soccer kids sit in the swimming hall
7:57 PM- Bragle lets us go, we get home.
8:27 PM- Confirmation that every theatre kid is home safe arrives.
9:00 to 10:00 PM-Second siren sounds, I eat dinner, read Gone With the Wind, watch spectacular lightning show outside
10:30 PM- Lightning strikes sporadically like a strobe light, power cuts, first train-sized wind blows through

Friday October 19, 2007
12:30 AM- Third siren sounds, I watch magnesium flare-bright lightning knowing something is horrendously wrong in the sky, rain absolutely pounds everything, second train-sized wind blows through
2:00 AM- Williamston has been declared in a 'state of emergency', I light candles wanting badly to do something about it
9:30 AM- I wake up, walk to soccer field and school. Everything is flattened save the school; trees gone, soccer bleachers across the street in someone's lawn, concession stand a pile of rubble, American Red Cross parked outside
10:00 AM- I find Allison and walk down Meadowdale where it is the worst, see destroyed trees, lack of roofs and garages, people crawling the streets, people delivering coffee and encouragement
10:20 AM- Allison and I walk down Mitchell, we notice homes with no roofs and nothing left.
10:45 AM- I pass McCormick park and notice that it looks like hell and death as every hundred-year-old tree has split and died.
10:50 AM- I survey Jackson street, the Community Center, and our new football field.
11:00 AM- I join a team to clean Jackson Street, Williamston is blockaded by every police officer in the Lansing area.
12:00 PM- Family leaves for Lansing and DeWitt for food and power, every contractor in the Lansing area arrives.
5:45 PM- Marching band leaves to perform at a different football game with a sense of frivolity that I did not agree with, yet wished to make the best of it.
10:00 PM- Town curfew

Saturday October 20, 2007
11:00 AM- I go to Alaina's to straighten my hair--still no power.
2:00 PM- Erika's baby shower
5:00 PM- I go to Grandma's to live with power
9:00 PM- Power comes back on at our house

Sunday October 21, 2007
8:00 AM- Power leaves again
1:00 PM- Theatre kids meet to work on Mitchell, Riverside, and McCormick Park; move logs, trees, rake
2:00 PM-Power comes back on again
7:30 PM- Amy and I enjoy a bit of 'normalcy' and go out shopping

Monday October 22, 2007
12:00 PM- Amy and I go back to McCormick Park; completely own more trees
1:00 PM- Felpausch graciously donates a pack of water to our team
2:00 PM- Mr Richardson thanks us for the water by providing lunch
3:00 PM- Amy and I chill out with dignity and scratches to boot.

Williamston: United in Devestation...

...and in Peace.


Sunday, October 14, 2007

Mend and Mind

It has been a couple weeks and I've forgotten where I left off, so I guess I'll start new. I'll be brief.

It's quite freeing to realize that I'm actually allowed to live; I am through with putting useless limits on myself. The silence has been broken, but not exploited. All because somebody loves c.o.n.n.e.c.t.i.o.n. and c.o.m.m.u.n.i.t.y.

What a concept.



Thursday, October 04, 2007

Take These

After returning home from Grand Ledge yesterday, and realizing that it was the last time I will ever be required to do such a thing again, I'm exhausted. Really, though, it was pleasant. Marching band never was, is not, and never will by my forte; however, I still have a few more games to go.


Still tired but I should be doing something other than writing here. I should be reading Exodus, finishing up my MSU application, or studying for the second half of the Calculus test that I just stared at today. Literally....just stared at it. Then, proceeded to work slowly and incorrectly through limit problems that should've taken about 15 seconds. I put an asterisk on the top and announced already that I'll be retaking it.

Oh my...and all I could think about was "Goodbye, oh chances of being admitted to Boston University..." but this is all terribly melodramatic. :)

...and my head is beautifully, tragically, soothingly, uproariously spinning.


Monday, October 01, 2007

That Inevitable Tribute

So. Once again, two precious, precious lives have been taken from us.

As usual, I didn't know them well.

But I was there...I saw Josh when...I was at Barakel when we all heard the news about David.

As Madeline said it: "I was good until now."

It was news that nobody wants to hear, but we thought it would be the extent of bad news for the Shrauger family.

I caught a glimpse of Josh and a glimpse was all I got. Here's to Goodbye...tomorrow's gonna come too soon.

So...what do we do now? We're casting cares, laying burdens, asking why...realizing that, indeed, in the words of Deathcab for Cutie: "It came to me then, that every plan is a tiny prayer to Father Time".

Senses of community are never so alive as they are after a death. Again, I ask, why? Because that's the way it works. Take it or leave it, that's the way it goes.

Life will eventually go on, but it won't be the same.

So here's to Josh and Timothy Shrauger: we will see you again.