Well, I went to the beach today, just to take a peek, and I find tar balls. I used 3 commas in that sentence, I'm quite proud. The tar balls were small and sticky and they stuck to the bottom of our flip flops like we stepped on raisins.
There is this sense of impending doom that hangs over everyone here in the Gulf. This huge amount of oil, gushing out of the bottom of the sea, with no end in site. My heart is broken. We are frustrated and anxious to do something...anything. Pick up a shovel, clean an animal, donate money...but we can't do any of that. BP will pay for anything and everything so money is not needed. We can't clean the beach or the animals without proper HAZMAT training. I signed up for it, but can never get into a class.
So poo. All I can do is watch, and cry, and remain frustrated.
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