Anyway, Ike is on the way, and I'm staying put here in Houston, like most people who aren't in mandatory evacuation zones. Rita taught Houston an important lesson, which is that while it's very important for those in evacuation zones to get the hell out of town when asked to, it's just as important for those NOT in evacuation zones to stay put, in order to keep the roads clear for those who need to leave.
That being said, if I didn't have to be in town this weekend to cantor evensong at my church gig, I might have decided around Wednesday or so to take a long weekend and go to Austin to see my folks, if only because they'd be less nervous if I was there instead of here - and it's been a while since I've visited there anyway.
Of course, I've never actually seen a hurricane for real yet and it looks like this may finally be my chance. Part of me is excited, but my conscience keeps yelling at me for thinking such things, given what is likely to happen to Galveston and other coastal communities in the event of a direct hit from a real hurricane on Houston. Some people are saying that this is likly to be as bad at the 1900 Galveston storm, which pretty much wiped the island out. Now, the island has been built up since then, and theoretically construction engineering and practice are better. My friend Lynsey goes to medical school on the island, and I am pretty sure she'll still have a school to go to, but will she have an apartment to live in? What happens to Pete, the crazy, randy alcoholic British ex-pat I met on the beach down there in March? (I know I posted a story about him because there's a picture of him in my files, but it must have been in the hole because it's gone now). All the beach houses on the part of the island west of the seawall are likely to be destroyed.
So I don't have to work today. I'm working on getting laundry done (this would have been a laundry weekend anyway, and I figured I should get it all done before we might be without power/water for a while), getting dishes etc. cleaned up. TS Allison taught me a different lesson, which is that it's easier to clean up after a disaster if everything was in order before the disaster struck...not that I expect an Allison-like flood in my case. I'm nowhere near even the worst possible storm surge flood plain, and I'm on the second floor here. I'll make sure my car is off the street by nightfall, but that's it. I've got enough water and non-perishable food for a couple of days. If by Monday it looks like we'll be without power or water for a while, at that point I'll head for Austin (I tanked up earlier in the week), but I think at this point that the likelihood of an extended period without power or water for the city of Houston proper is very low.
Anyway, on behalf of all the Houston-area Hussies, thanks to the non-Houston-area Hussies for your concern for us. We'll be fine.
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