Another freakin' hurricane and this one is coming our way along the Texas coast. That surreal feeling is beginning to hang in the air. I started beefing up the water supply this morning with a trip to the store after depositing the boy at school. Later I'll replenish the battery supply as well has extra candles. Tomorrow I'll go out for extra food to eat without electricity or real preparation. Yes, I do know this drill. I just hate it.
The mayor of New Orleans is still breathtakingly incompetent about caring for the good of his citizens. Come home, he says, while the city has no drinkable water, electricity only on in sparse parts of town, and no hospitals open in case of injury. Touro Hospital hopes to open later in the week and will be the first to do so.
No, don't come back, he says, yesterday after his pissing contest with the federal representative there. This military guy knew the situation and the realities of it and spoke his piece to the people of the area. The mayor gets his nose out of joint and says I'M THE MAYOR HERE. Loser. And the governor? Hello? Hello?
The evacuees in the Astrodome, only numbering about a thousand now, have been moved to Arkansas as Hurricane Rita seems to be coming to our part of the Gulf coast. The Astrodome has a glass roof and that won't survive a serious hurricane.
At least this year we have our own generator. Hope we don't have to use it.
Think good thoughts y'all.
1 comment:
We prepare, therefore, we don't panic. We know what to do to get prepared and we're taking it seriously. That's all we can do right now. Of course, if they order an evacuation...you get the heck out of town and fast! We've got a plan should we have to evacuate...even though, I don't see that happening where I am. But I've been in Houston in a storm...and it ain't fun. Much love.
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