Well, this is day two of Momma Pug North American Headquarters in exile. We are still in Round Rock and its so bright and sunny that it is almost impossible for us to realize that anything is wrong in our world, the one we have fled from.
The husband was opposed at evacuating at first, but now he's glued to the Internet and very concerned that our house will no longer exist 36 hours from now. Ike's path seems to go straight through our living room. I don't know if its just fear-mongering, but the local TV folks are using words like "decimated," "catastrophic" and "annihilation." When you are 200 miles away and afraid of losing everything from your wedding dress to your grandmother's china, then its hard to not take stock in what they're saying. I think our fear also has something to do with Tree and P.Daddy and how we watched them rebuild their entire lives after Hurricane Katrina. They have been on my mind constantly since we evacuated. They are riding out the storm in the NICU with their new baby Preemie Donna.
Madge and her clan have gone north to their in-laws in Arkansas. Texas Barbie and the Carpool Buddy took their families to San Antonio. Jen and her husband backed up as much of their seaside home as possible and moved to inside the 610 Loop. Of all of us, she is mostly likely to loose her home. Catfish and her family are sticking to their Humble home, which certainly wont flood, but I am worried about the wind they'll take. For many of the folks we know, this is the first hurricane they have experienced. Tree, Carmen, Catfish and I are well-versed in tropical weather. We're just older now, live a lot closer to the water and have a lot more too lose.
Alas 75 milligrams of Prozac is doing wonders for keeping me from panicking. Nonetheless, I am ready for it to be over. I'm ready for Ike to blow through, do its thing and then lets us get back to life and rebuilding. Moreover, I have a list of pre-approved items that if Ike would like to destroy, thus helping up along in remodel jobs then that would be great. This list includes: All flooring, our master bedroom furniture, the seashell-shaped sinks/cabinets in our master bathroom, the stove, kitchen counters and ugly fireplace. So if you're reading my blog Ike, and deem that you have to tear our shit up could you please do us a favor and stick to that stuff?
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Perhaps of everyone, Sonny the Pug has the best idea. He has sought shelter within our shelter, so I'm pretty sure he'll ride this storm out just fine.
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