I Fled Austin after the Winter Storm

I’m writing this with DC peering curiously over the edge of my laptop (maybe she’s being more sullen than curious, actually.) The state of normal life here, even during the stupid coronavirus, makes my my visit to Texas feel like nothing more than a bad dream.

But it wasn’t a dream, and I’m wondering if M and E and R and H and others in Texas are still living without water. I texted them but seeing as it’s 7:13 AM in Austin, I doubt they’re awake yet. The neighbors in South Austin fled to Buda and rented a hotel room (I believe C’s words were, “I just want to take a damn shower.”) Yesterday M said, “I just want to brush my goddamn teeth.”

Back in the City, I have a load of laundry spinning and a cup of hot coffee at my fingertips. I can’t help but feel like I abandoned my Texas friends at a dire moment in their lives. I also feel a little bored now that I’m away from the life-or-death excitement of living without power and water. But at least I can flush my turds.

Amercican civilization rests our ability to flush our turds.

What am I going to do today? Mari Kondo promised me that if I tidy correctly and all in one go, my daily chores would be reduced to putting things back where they belong. The question is if I have tidied correctly and all in one go. The answer is no, because I have not finished tidying yet. What remains is the kitchen: I moved the spices to a long, narrow drawer and next I got to put away the food that I am currently storing on the counter top. Mari says counter tops are for preparing meals, not for storing things. Besides the kitchen,I aim to say goodbye to the large, round glass coffee table that I’ve had since I moved in here. It’s too big for my space, and it no longer sparks joy. I must say that after these two tasks are complete, I will be done tidying up using the KonMari method. I highly recommend it to anyone who has yet to try it.

I simply must visit the Museum of Natural History’s Hall of Plains Indians; it’ll tell me all I need to know about SC Glenn’s book, The Empire of the Summer Moon. I am curious about whether the museum addresses the torture and systemic rape that the Comanches used on their victims. And, I wonder if I’ll see any of the big names from Glenn’s book, like Mackenzie or Jack Hays.

Curiously, the website doesn’t mention a word about the Comanche.

I watched “The Searchers” with John Wayne, and I didn’t like it. But it does tell the story about the search for Cynthia Ann Parker, who is the mom of the famous warrior Quanah Parker. She really did not want to return to the white man’s world; she preferred the Native American world and wanted to return very much. It’s sad that the Native American world was already on its way down the corridor of history.

Legend has it, that my family has Blackfoot Indian in its veins. My mother’s side has been living in East Texas for generations, and so it’s possible that there was some mixing between the German settlers and Indians. The eighteen hundreds was like, three hundred years ago.

Well, I’m gonna log off now. I just tried both my neighbors’ doors, neither of them answered. I want to invite them to go with me to the museum. I really hope I can have friends here who are available to participate in what I call fun activities!

Pearl

By justpearlythings

I am a writer, a lover, and a believer in the good things in life. I write about mental health and wellness, along with book reviews and fashion opinions. My blog caters to thoughtful, growth-minded women and men, and offers insights and personal challenges that provide a space for relevant, meaningful connection. The World Wide Web is vast, it contains multitudes, and so do we as people. I believe that through self-awareness and honesty, we create a more loving planet for everyone. Feel free to follow this page and share it with friends and family. Love, Pearl

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