I've packed up my stuff, loaded it into the car. I've picked up the stuff in my yard so that the fern doesn't fly through Miss J's bedroom window. Most people are staying this time around. Everyone is trusting the levees. I hope they're right. I'd stay except I'm the one who can work the generator so I must head north to Slidell.
|Sis #2, our awesome neighbors: Miss. J & her son P and J. The sky was literally lavender although you can't tell in this pic. In the back you can see the dirt pile that never ends.|
|My stuff packed and ready to roll.|
Poor Sis #2 she's lived away from Southeast Louisiana for several years and she must think we're all nuts. She called me yesterday asking what color I wanted to paint the back hall in Mom's new house. I'm all like, "Have you been to a store today?!" She's all like, "No, " and I hear her calmly chewing ice over the phone. I'm telling her the area is running out of gas and there is a frenzy for water and canned food and she just sits there calmly chewing ice and I swear I can practically hear her thinking we are over reacting. So imagine her surprise when today she learns that traffic is bumper to bumper and that the only gas available is the premium priced stuff. She's not experienced the post Katrina frenzy over a storm. There was no heading out to Kenner to return a rental car today. She found another place in Chalmette and she wanted to kill when they let the guy ahead of her off on filling the tank because he couldn't get gas. Don't blame her.
|Boarding up frenzy.|
Tomorrow the storm will arrive and I'm not looking foreword to the experience. Anyone who says riding out a cat 1-2 storm is nothing hasn't ridden one out in a while. It's nerve wracking and when you listen to all the call in radio shows it makes your hair stand on end. There you sit and there is always some nervous nelly, (Mom), who jumps at every THWACK and THUMP and asks, "WHAT'S THAT? Someone go check." Yeah, suuurre I'll run right out to determine which of the seventy broken limbs flying about hit the house. (Alright so it turned out a tree broke in half and hit the roof, but still what was I supposed to do about it in the middle of a storm?) I prefer to sit in terrified silence pretending I don't hear anything. Kinda like MiMi...
|Shhhhh I don't want to hear about tomorrow's car ride! Isn't that the cutest widdle brown nose ever?|