Can I just say that a home-cooked meal never tasted so good?
We made it to Oklahoma and left our devestated hurricane-torn community behind.
On the way there, we talked about the last few days. My son said thoughtfully, “Mom, we were living just like the people in the ‘olden days.'”
I thought about how life centered around the basics: food, water and shelter. The images of us waiting in line behind hundreds of cars for ice were still very fresh. And it will be some time before I forget the smell of our rotting food.
“Yes, honey, that is very similar to the way people lived a long time ago,” I replied.
“Well. The ‘olden days’ must have sucked.”
And even though I wanted to heartily agree, I decided my son needed his mouth washed out.
If I had some sterile water, that is.