Explaining Nothing

Like many others, my mind has been on Hurricane Katrina and its aftermath a lot lately. I will admit that at first I didn't give it much thought. The destruction to New Orleans would be bad and business would be affected for weeks, but the South goes through this all the time, right? But the storm came and went and the news broadcasts became harder to watch with each day. That it is possible to withstand such a natural disaster and then fall so far short in providing immediate aid to those in need is unthinkable. How could we not get food and water to people that had survived and were in a safe place? To think that any percentage of these deaths could have been preventable is horrifying. I'm afraid that Kanye might have a point, not that I'm well informed enough to make that claim.

This afternoon I was sitting in the park, Dinka beside me and decidedly nauseous, Veronika galloping around a gazebo, carefree as can be. As I watched her from a distance, I could see her mind working, making up her own games, looking and listening and fitting things into the system of the world that is developing in her mind. With each new step that she takes, I can't wait for the next to come, for her to be old enough to question everything and be able to talk it out with me. At the same time, I still don't know how I'll be able to explain times like these, since I can't say much about them myself, as has been obvious for two paragraphs now.