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(Sorry, I can never resist being silly.)

Three TV trucks this afternoon (one said CBS News Dallas, and one was the Houston CBS affiliate, which seems sort of redundant) - that's still not very many. I have the local CBS station on though (aka Channel 11) and they are in full-court press mode about the storm - I've been home almost an hour and it's all they've talked about. Also they said they've gotten a million hits on their website, which is interesting. They usually are known locally for having the best hurricane coverage - they are the station that hired away the director of the National Hurricane Center 20 years or so ago to work for them, just for moments like this. He is semi-retired now but he's been on the air today just the same.

Rob is calling this "Hurricane Smitty" which is an old Gaido's joke that nobody else will get, but basically it means it's a little piddly thing. (I thought about trying to explain this expression but it's much too complicated.) We don't live in a spot that should flood from a weak Category 1 storm, and it doesn't sound like the wind will be that bad, so we are staying put unless things change. We don't have to work tomorrow, for sure, and if we get up in the morning and it looks like it's going to be worse than we thought, we should still have time to get out.
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Exactly one TV truck on the Seawall this morning. Which suggests to me that the Houston media haven't gone on full alert about this yet. But....

Our forecast takes the center of the storm about 50 miles south of the Louisiana coast today, then inland into the upper Texas coast near Galveston mid morning on Tuesday. Squalls are beginning to affect the southeast Louisiana coast this morning, and will spread westward along the Louisiana coast during the day, reaching the upper Texas coast tonight.

That sounds, um, kind of ominous. We haven't decided whether to do the wait-and-see thing or whether to preemptively get the hell out (at least as far as Houston). Stay tuned.
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So, I went to bed thinking this tropical storm was about to hit us (although not terribly worried about it, admittedly), and it did rain quite a bit after I was in bed, but it never was bad enough to wake me up... and before I could really process the fact that that was a bit odd, Rob came in this morning and said that Humberto had turned further east during the night and became a hurricane - nobody at all had predicted that - and gone in just across the mouth of the bay from us, at High Island, and was wreaking all sorts of havoc over towards Beaumont, where nobody expected anything much and probably hadn't, y'know, even brought in the lawn furniture.

But that put us on the dry side, so once it went past us, we were done. The water's all calm this morning and everything. We did get quite a bit of rain, though. It started raining about 4:30 yesterday afternoon - I got really wet getting home - and rained steadily up until the thing went past us around midnight. Not much in the way of wind though, and the power flickered a few times but never did completely go out. (It did turn my computer off and back on a couple of times late in the evening, which can't possibly be good for it, but oh well.)

(Incidentally, the forecaster-types did say that Humberto had the potential to become a hurricane if it stayed off-shore long enough, but nobody seemed to expect it to, really. Predicting what the heck hurricanes are going to do is still a very chancy business.)

eek!

Aug. 16th, 2007 04:35 pm
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Dean's latest track

That's not right at us but it's too damn close for comfort. I do NOT want to have to evacuate again.
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I am a hoarder of receipts. I keep all my debit card receipts at least until they've gone through the bank - longer if I think there's anything there that I might conceivably want to return - and I make most of my purchases with the debit card these days, so that means I keep practically everything. And I'm not at all good about going through and tossing them as often as I should. This morning I grabbed a handful off the bottom of the stack, and it turned out to go back to 2004. Then I have to go & get all nostalgic over the damn receipts, at least if they remind me of a dinner or even a shopping trip that I especially enjoyed.

Too much detail )
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I found an HEB receipt in my Franklin Planner today that I feel like I ought to keep as a historical document, or something. It's from the HEB in Bryan, pre-hurricane Rita. We bought gourmet bread because it was the only kind of bread in the whole store, and organic milk for the same reason. We bought carrots and lettuce (green leaf) and coffee because my aunt wanted them, and we bought blackberries - even though they were more expensive than gas - because I love them, and we bought spring water because they did have that and we were surprised, and we thought it might be a good idea to have some more just in case. (I think there's still a few bottles out of that case in the refrigerator.) People were a little crazy in HEB that day, but the cashier (whose name is Nellie, according to the receipt) thought we were the crazy ones when we said we thought everybody was getting hysterical for nothing, because the hurricane was going to turn and not hit us. We weren't psychic, we just had been watching way too much TV, and it had already started turning by that time. (We had that gourmet bread for dinner Sunday night before we left for home, though. It was yummy.)


I get a lot of catalogs this time of year, because I order a lot of stuff online, but the last couple of days I have gotten a couple of the stupidest catalogs ever. I've been trying to figure out why I got these catalogs - is there a "tacky catalog" mailing list I got on by accident? Now I admit, I have a soft spot for certain kinds of kitsch, but a fiber-optic Irish angel is not one of them. Neither is a comical moose print.

Oh, and goooooo Astros! (I am skipping quilt guild to watch baseball, that's how big this game is.)
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I have people overload. I imagine this is why so many people are in their cars headed for home already, isn't it? Everybody's crammed in with their relatives or in hotel rooms or (worse) in shelters, and home is looking awfully good. However, I'm pretty sure we don't have power at home and they aren't letting people onto the island anyway. So I'm stuck here at least one more day and maybe more. I have taken refuge in the sewing or the computer room more and more as time has gone on. My aunt seems to like having us here, on the whole, though - and we're actually sleeping at my cousin's, which is quite comfortable. We're sleeping in Brittany (the 17-year-old)'s bed. When I said that I felt bad throwing her out of her bed, Brittany swore that she likes sleeping on a palette on the floor in front of the TV, and her mother confirms that she does it a lot of the time anyway. So we decided not to argue further. I remember doing things like that when I was young and limber, a long time ago!

The sun came out for a little while earlier, but mostly it is cloudy and blustery. It's hardly rained at all, though. I gather at home there was much rain and some pretty severe wind (gusts close to 100 mph, maybe) but relatively little damage. Hopefully they will get the power on in a day or two and we can go home.
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We went to Wal-Mart Thursday and it appeared that the Red Cross had beaten us there. At least, that's what we were theorizing. There weren't a lot of items that were completely gone, but a lot of the staples were visibly depeted - not so much the traditional staples like flour and sugar, but more the kind you would use to cook for a modern-day mob - pancake mix, Zatarain's rice dishes, even pizza. And when we left we saw them wheeling out a huge palette full of stuff. There is a shelter in the Methodist church here so I'm assuming that's where it was going.


Overheard in the ER:
-- Nurse to unknown patient down the hall (I'm guessing it was one of the evacuees, who all seemed to be quite elderly), very patiently: "This is a hospital. I'm your nurse."
-- One nurse telling another how much it sucks to work here. (This is really the reason this entry is friendslocked* because saying that, especially right within hearing distance of a patient, could get her in very much trouble. It was really an extremely inappropriate comment, don't you think?)
-- Apparently a lot of people here are on call to go to Louisiana for Search & Rescue ops. It's interesting that they hadn't (as of Friday) been called out.


Not that this is really going to surprise anybody who knows me, but the worst thing about being in the hospital? No computer. I imagine that I might could've borrowed a laptop from work (after all, it wouldn't even be leaving the premises) but I don't think we run to campus-wide wi-fi just yet, so it wouldn't've done me that much good.


I said I was going to have a rant in me soon, and it came out on paper while I watched the news in the hospital the last couple of days. Check Whys & Wherefores - hopefully I'll manage to get it into the computer soon.


*unlocked long after the fact
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Remember the other night when I said, "I gotta quit watching so much CNN"? That may have been a little more true than I knew.

Because, you see, I woke up in the middle of the night that night with chest pains. (All the gory details - more or less - under the cut.) Read more... )
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Weather report: surf was up (but not like the first go-round with Ivan), tides were back down towards normal. Lots of surfers, of course. 3 TV trucks - but not the same 3: this time it was CBS, ABC, and a Spanish channel. I figure everybody else sent their trucks to Sabine Pass, or even into the wilds of Louisiana, since that was where it was actually coming in last I heard. Except after it comes in it's supposed to swing over this way and dump a bunch of rain on us. (Jesus, I hope it doesn't go out to sea again! We might never be rid of this damn storm.)

Before somebody from Louisiana decides to slap me, I don't actually think southwest Louisiana is a bit more backwoods than far southeast Texas is, although that's not saying much because in general I think that once you get east of the Houston metropolitan area, that corner of Texas is about as redneck as you can get. (Think Vidor. Jasper. You get the idea.) (Now it's somebody from Orange or Port Arthur who's going to slap me.)

My sister's moving to Austin next week. (Along with her family. There's been some marital friction there of late, so that's not completely a foregone conclusion.) Good, maybe I'll get to go visit once in a while. Ever since they moved to Conroe a couple of years ago I've hardly seen them at all, anyway. I'll hardly know the difference.

And that reminds me that I've sort of been meaning to write a journal entry about my sister and our relationship. I need to get around to doing that. But not tonight.
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I woke up this morning to reports that Ivan is headed right for us, and there were already three TV trucks (ABC, NBC & Fox) on the Seawall on the way to work. However, it's only a tropical storm, and they're already adjusting the track east again, so we're probably not going to get anything more than a little rain. The last report I saw had it headed for Sabine Pass, which is the Texas-Louisiana border - not more than 100 miles or so away, but far enough away to make a big difference, especially with a small storm.
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Well, since I keep writing about the weather lately, and it is hurricane season and all, I will keep going, and tell you that we had even higher tides today. They were talking about flooding on Bolivar and down at Jamaica Beach, and they kept saying that it had to do with a strong east wind that was blowing all the water across from Florida. (All the water?) Well, then finally this afternoon they said that that strong east wind had also blown the remnants of Ivan back across the Gulf, and it was somewhere south of New Orleans, and threatening to form back up. And guess what direction it's going?

No TV trucks out there today. (Lotsa surfers again, though.) But if that thing really does become a tropical storm again, those trucks will be back by tomorrow.
mellificent: (umbrellas)
We have surf like it's California today. There were literally thousands of surfers out there. I've never seen so many before. It took me a while to figure out what the traffic jam was, and it was surfers - and probably some rubberneckers, for good measure. (After all, surfers mean girls in bikinis.)

And this is with the hurricane, what, 300 or 400 miles from here? I measure how close hurricanes are by how many TV trucks are on the seawall - yesterday there were two, today there were four. If it was really close there'd be a dozen or more.

I guess after the hurricane goes on in tonight things will go back to normal. I feel for the people in Mobile and New Orleans, that thing looks like a bitch.

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