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Harleys and Wind

I awakened at midnight due to the sound of Harley-Davidsons fifteen floors below my windows. Also the dog wanted to get back up on the bed and had to be lifted (she has no hips).

After nearly two hours the Harleys have gone, well, wherever home is during the Rally. Now it’s just fierce winds off the lake. They’re both loud.

We’re poised to do a few things this weekend, including taking advantage of a museum membership (thanks, M) and perhaps another as well. Then again, it’s Labor Day weekend, one to plan for new adventures and perhaps renew our energies (and take out and feed the dog) and definitely sleep in.

The Harleys awakened me at midnight and I have dog duty at 6-7 a.m. and that’s OK. I want hubby to sleep in. Do you know how loud Harleys are even 15 floors up?

It’s almost 2:00 a.m. and the bars must be closing. That’s a good thing. University students are back in town, our first year here so we’ll see how it goes. More Harleys. And it must be ten minutes before closing.

And the wind is fierce off the lake and escalating. Glad we have solid windows. Dogma and hubby are sound asleep, as they do through hurricanes. I’m on my own and writing. Shhh, Dee

POD’s

GovSpeak for Point Of Distribution. There are six in Harris County now, none anywhere near H-Town.

I saw video of one over breakfast, and someone drove up in a car, volunteers tossed a bag of ice, MRE’s and water into the trunk and the car sped off. Turns out officials decided only to give these items to people who drove to the POD. Dumb move. To their credit, when they saw lines of individuals who walked to the site because they don’t own a car or can’t find gasoline to fuel theirs, they changed the rules.

A two hour journey was spent today on streets with no traffic lights (many not just powerless, but gone with the wind, wasn’t that a movie?) while dodging trees and bicycles and pedestrians. I went to one grocery store I read was open, but people were lined up at least 100 yards to get in. Then I tried the drycleaner just up the street to pick up Jim’s shirts and couldn’t even get into the parking lot. Only the cleaner and Domino’s are in that mini-strip and I hardly think the rush was for the cleaner’s (sorry guys, you know I love ya).

Then I headed to midtown to see if a better grocery store was open, even though they didn’t answer the phone yesterday. En route I passed my favorite specialty store with a big hand-written sign that made my heart go pitter-pat: WE HAVE WATER! They had no power but staff had placed tables in the parking lot with cases of bottled water, paper products and some bargain-priced fruit that would have gone bad left inside. They only took cash and my husband pulled a good deal in case ATM’s didn’t work but I only had $2 on me – that must be why I was only a girl scout for a few months.

So I went to my regular grocery where I love the produce and meat people, and it was open. No parking spaces in small lot (fits maybe 40 cars) and downstairs garage was flooded. They had no power and it was eerie walking down the aisles that were less than fully-stocked. I picked up Diet Coke, tortilla chips, goldfish, spaghetti sauce and applesauce. Strange times, strange things. Everything will keep!

At checkout I got cash back and went back to the specialty store lot and bought water and fruit and they even ran inside to get me a bottle of wine! Picked up Jim (the windows on his floor at work blew in and they have to find office space for 60 and relocate so he’s working from home) and we went to lunch at a local Mexican place.

Still no gas. There’s a station nearby but it had at least 60 cars in line. Trucks are now filling stations that are getting their power restored so hopefully over the next day or two the crush will ease.

Our bayou has gone down considerably. We did get our water back but don’t know if it’s safe to drink. Crews were on site today putting everything back to normal, and downtown is being cleaned up as well.

There’s still a long road to recovery. People think that this only happened to Galveston. Not true. Sure it hit southeast Texas something fierce but continued to the midwest and onward. Thirty dead so far. Millions without power or water or gasoline or ice or food. And until now, there isn’t good printed or “official” information on what is open for business so we can try to resume a semblance of a normal life.

News is on with new POD sites and I should check them out. Oh, I’ve some more photos to upload so may have more later. Cheers! Dee

Mattress Man and Dog Boy

During Hurricane Rita we had to leave town and it was essential to get off the main roads and look at the country roads. On a 24-hour journey we never hit I-45, the main N/S route along with I-35 in Texas.

We knew we had to go due north and followed a man with a mattress in the back of his truck, therefore Mattress Man. He quickly navigated unknown country byways north until we got to the prison town, where sheriffs were omnipresent at the two gas stations with M-16’s. Yes, this is the US of A.

Then we got on the byway, where there were people who thought they were more important than others so tried to use the shoulder of the road to pass us. Dog Boy had two dogs in crates, closed and bungeed for safety. He cruised halfway into the shoulder to keep the miscreants at bay. We moved left to help.

Others we need to thank are Scott and Jenn, who took us in at nearly 2:00 am when Jenn was at least 7 months pregnant. We stayed the night then took country roads north to Jim’s parents’ home.

It was a crazy week and we thank Margie and Joe, Nanny and all for putting up with us while we found out if our home was still there and the electricity was on. It turns out all the people who stayed had a Marga-RITA party and were fine.

Still, we don’t take these hurricane threats lightly. We thanked you on the road, Mattress Man and Dog Boy, and don’t know your names but hold you in highest esteem.

I read an article today from a local writer I know, and she told us how important it is to say Thank You. Thank you in this piece for helping us out, and thank you for reading and participating in this blog.

What’s Good Hurricane Food?

I’m thinking chili. Pedernales chili a la First Lady and wildflower maven Lady Bird Johnson. We have a chuck steak in the freezer from Wobbly, a cow that had hip problems but no problems eating. Sorry, Helen.

With grated sharp cheddar, lime wedges, sour cream, and corn bread. Sounds like a plan.

We think Ike will hit south of us and are concerned about family there. If we do need to leave we’ll go north and not west, and will find roads to get us there.

Family in Victoria TX already said all the water was gone at the grocery store. That’s not the case here for now but people are tired of all these empty threats and once we let our guard down, that’s when the big one hits.

We’ve tried to be ready with tarps, crank radio, dried food, water, ice et al. Let’s just see how it goes.

Storms/Hurricanes

I’m 1/4 mile from the city skyline and can’t see it. Rain is coming down sideways, pelting our windows. I can’t see more than 100 feet away, if that far. Zoe’s barking at the thunder every time it hits, and we’re right under it. Can’t wait for Gustav this weekend.

Shiner is OK as his mom is coming home right now, he’s the Katrina rescue next door who hates thunder.

Big one a few seconds ago, right above us. Yes we both have a UPS which gives us 15 min. of battery power to power down computers. Girls, you may want to look at geeks in a more positive light. My honey did a demo for us last evening testing batteries in a $1 flashlight I keep next to the bed for hurricanes et al. All to prove that one of four batteries I just used to power my cordless keyboard was bad.

He can change a tire, too, but I’m not trading him in right now. You’ll have to find your own.

Have a great Labor Day weekend! Now I need to look up that beer batter recipe. The sun is coming out. They always say if you don’t like the weather in TX just wait ten minutes. Dee