Driving With My Eyes Closed

Last night after the superbowl I was sitting in the dark watching Grey's Anatomy, pondering lifes imponderables and started thinking about the analogy I seem to be living right now. I actually sent an email to a friend about what I am now going to write. My daily life is like a drunk driver trying to keep it on a straight path to reach a destination that he might not get to. Only my path is a white line between anger and sadness and I swerve back and forth between the two hoping to reach happiness once again. I know I must drive the people around me crazy with this but I guess I will eventually do the angry thing all the time and then go into denial and then acceptance, those supposed stages of grief we all experience a loss. There is a fifth stage somewhere in there but for the life of me I can't remember what it is. I keep wondering when my big red Easy button is going to appear so I can press it and make the last 5 months of post-Katrina madness go away and the pretty beaches with our beautiful views to reappear. Sadly, I must say that won't be anytime soon. The coast still looks like an atomic bomb went off and people outside the region keep telling themselves it can't possibly be so bad. A picture isn't worth a thousand words in this case and only first hand viewing can give anyone the dose of reality that is our life in this place we call home. Peace.