Pretty things… finally

First the flood.  Then the clean-up. Finally, finally we get to the good stuff. Starting over. So Betsy and I are at the offices of Street Dixon Rick Architects. Those are my new favorite boyfriends John and Andrew on the right and my new favorite boy and girlfriend Beth and Baird to the left. None…

The princes of tides

It’s a month after the flood. People are starting to forget. That’s natural. Although there are reminders everywhere you look. Empty businesses, empty houses, giant dumpsters filled with the remains of normalcy. The inmates at the Davidson County jail aren’t forgetting. They are on the front lines of Nashville’s recovery every day. The Sheriff’s Department…

What do we do?

In the interest of true disclosure, I have gone from the low of our building flooding to the high of getting the temporary warehouse set up to, now, back to low because I’m dealing with bureaucracy I don’t understand and requirements for an SBA loan that tonight seem insurmountable. So here’s the situation. I apply…

Speechless

I wish I had a photo of this one. So there’s a meeting this morning at the Center for Nonprofit Management of all the nonprofits in Nashville affected by the flooding. From the time I bumbled into the nonprofit world I cannot even begin to tell you how many times the CNM folks have pulled…

Toxic house of poo

Today is the first day of CRC’s new life. West Nashville Emergency Spill Response is beginning to hoover out the Toxic House of Poo, otherwise known as our flooded warehouse. You just don’t stop to think, really, about what exactly constitutes flood water. Oh, let’s see. There are those giant gasoline storage units just three…

“We’re on our way”

The phones are ringing off the hook today, but this call was different. “We’re on our way!” an emphatic voice said with great authority over the phone. Well, great, I said. What time are you going to get here? “We’ll be there by about six o’clock,” said the voice. It was three in the afternoon,…

What a mess

Well, hello all. We went to the warehouse today. I had some glimmer of hope that somehow the flood waters had been held back by our incredibly tight metal doors. What an idiot. It was a mess. Here’s Betsy, who has just precariously made her way across the rubble. The whole building looks like this….

Make a list

We are flooded. But good. There is so much water that our dumpster began bobbing and merrily made its way across the parking lot. All day Sunday I watched and waited and worried. I learned to read Corp of Engineer flood levels for the Cumberland. I prayed that the river would stay away from CRC….

Brain power

The faces of mental illness are many. Confusion. Despair. Loneliness. Alienation. These are the people you cross the street to avoid. They’re the ones who talk to the voices in their heads, sometimes very loudly. They’re the ones who probably haven’t seen a shower in awhile. Right Guard is not on their list of essentials….

Going green…very green

Someone has manufactured a large, large number of extremely large green pants. We were touring one of our partner agencies last week when our guide opened the door to an office filled with boxes of the aforementioned pants. They had been donated. There were not enough large green-pant-loving people for the agency to give them…