Day Two
OK, I suppose it isn't day two for every one. It is day two for me. My father
and I put up shutters on the front windows. That is the way their house faces
North East. Ken, Heath and their families are hunkered down a bit north of us.
Adam and Laurie are staying in their house. Ken is leaving town. Chris and Sarah
are leaving.
Working with my dad
It was a lot of
fun helping my dad build
those shutters. I drove a nail for the first time in years. I flattened several
in the attempt. I’ll put up some pictures. Right now my server is
unplugged, sitting on a shelf in our apartment. While we were putting up the
shutters my father said it reminded him of Night of the Living Dead. We left
slits in the wood to see out of. They look like they are just about the right height
to shoot the zombies in the head.
Next door neighbors
My dad is the local DIY guy. I think five different
neighbors came over asking for one
kinf of help or
another. He is a good Christen so he helps every one.
Adam called
I spoke with Adam last night and he seemed quite flustered.
He was worried rightly about the strength and direction of Rita. He had some
friends over and they were all going over options. He seemed much better today.
He and Laurie had ventured out looking for ply-wood. Adam says the city is
cleaned of the pulpy gold. They ended up with some kind of sheetrock backing
board that is water proof, but brittle. That was all that was out there. He is
worried about the fence behind his house. Those seeder fences are a bit like
sales in the wind.
We have promised
to stay in touch as long as possible.
Traffic
Some heads are going to roll. The freeways are jammed tight.
It looks like some people will be stranded when the hurricane hits Saturday
morning. President Bush is supposed to fly over
Houston
and get some before snapshots some time tomorrow. I’m not sure what good
that is going to do. There were tankers on the news stuck in traffic, surrounded
by cars that were out of gas. It is depressing. Cynthia just left a message.
Her and her boyfriend got as far as Spring I believe it was on the back roads. They
were on their way to
Arkansas. They
turned around and are on their way back. How many stories are there like that I
wonder?
I’m dog tired. I’m going to write a bunch more
later.