It’s one thing when we’re in the path of a hurricane. The decision is to stay or leave. The experts told us to leave for Hurricane Rita and it took us over 24 hours to get to our destination, all on back roads because the highway was blocked.
There were guards with M-16’s at gas stations. Most gas stations had bags over the pump handles meaning there was no gas. There was no water or food or a place to stay for over 500 miles. That was Rita.
For Ike we were told by the Mayor to stay put. My husband and dog slept through it from 9 p.m. to 7 a.m. I blogged through it. There were 150 lofts where we lived and we were on the hurricane side and only one had no damage. Yes, it was ours.
I went through the no water or power or food or gas scenario. FEMA lameness, offering snack foods to people with no food, and telling folks in the communities they served that they could only drive up, not walk up, to get their two gallons of water. These folks didn’t own a car, and FEMA was concerned that they’d come by twice, after walking a mile back home, to steal from the federal government.
From the start of Sandy I know I have family and friends in danger, I started with my brother, who has nothing in place, and there’s no way to get a hurricane kit in place now because all the stores are closed. He even admitted to getting the last Starbucks coffee in the city.
Hurricane challenged? I’ll provide links. Dee
Cooking with Dee 
Last Starbucks?? **Snort**
I just find myself slavering helplessly, thinking of all that RAIN… Maybe some will make it up our way.
We’ll get some. The winds are up here (when are they not) and I’ll try to send some rain for your farm and critters. I’m channeling it now and just hope the hurricane isn’t sent your way!
We’re trying to get there to see y’all, so cross your fingers and perhaps even Zoe will be there this year. xo D