Friday, September 12, 2008
Ike ike ike
at 9:45 AM
So, evidently Ike is bearing down on most of you, my bloggerati. Odds are, you won't even read this because you will be busy filling your bathtubs with water and holding on to your wigs. Or having a Hurricane Party. I would say it looks like the responses are pretty divided by generational lines, but that would be ageist of me.
Currently, at our house, about 700 miles from the danger, emotions are running high. I mentioned the Basement Babes... now, you would never guess it from this picture, but the BBs are actually old enough to have grandchildren. They are here with us for a week to soak at the House of Prayer, and help with kids, and cook food and rub Richy's feet and give him ibuprofen and such.
Maybe you didn't know it, but my spouse is a weather geek. Hurricane season for him is like American Idol season for me... he tracks the radars, and makes predictions, and just gets very excited and geeky about storms in general. In fact, he may or may not occasionally rent National Geographic specials about hurricanes, tornadoes and so on and watch them in lonely splendor.
Grandmothers, on the other hand, tend to worry a bit. (not so much my mom, she really wants to go up in a tornado) But most g-mas do worry. In fact, you could be in the same ROOM as your mother and she might still be concerned about how the storm is affecting you. So for the Basement Babes, this is an alarming development. They leave town with instructions to whomever to water their plants and flick the porch lights on and off once a day, and what do you know but a GIANT hurricane comes barreling after their children the minute they leave town....
Maybe you're seeing the siteration here. The MOG is tracking the storm on his iPhone and downstairs, he has the webstream of the hurricane-cam running all the time. He runs down there and watches waves crashing into the Seawall, and then he runs up here and tells his mom. And she calls the children to remind them to tether the dog to something permanent, or whatever. And so on... a continual process.
Seriously, we are praying for no destruction and loss... (well, it would be okay if some trees went down, or Geraldo's glasses, just no real destruction). Much love to all the Conroe-vians, and if it's safe, please take pictures of the craziness at Walmart for me.