Yo, Isaac, Show a City Some Love

Sat on our lovely patio last night watching the sun set and listening to the cicadas gossip. Is my entire immediate family is going to drown tomorrow night? Well, I certainly hope not. And just for the record it won’t be my doing if it happens!

Hurricane Isaac is lumbering his fat ass towards the Gulf coast. On this particular coastal area dwells my mother, 3 sisters, 2 brothers, brother-in-law, 8 nephews and 2 nieces, an unborn set of grand-niece or nephew twins, and the 8 kids of one of the nephews. All of them have decided to “ride it out.”  That’s amounts to approximately 18 relatives that, at the moment, I want to strangle. They have a standing invitation to come to my house if they decide to evacuate, but I understand that driving from New Orleans to North Texas with a car full of relatives and emergency supplies is not at the top of the fun things to do list.

This is the ultimate test by the cosmos of my personal belief that people have the right to make their own decisions regardless of how wacky I think the decision is. I must, I must, I must increase my bust. Oops, got off track there. What I must do is remain positive, cheerful and resist the urge to call them all every hour on the hour and scream into the phone “ARE YOU OUT OF YER EFFIN MIND?”

Hurricane Katrina is still a fresh memory. One of my sisters went missing for 3 weeks and I nearly lost my mind. According to Google Earth her 2 story house was completely underwater. She finally turned up in storm shelter in Jackson, Mississippi.  I was going to get in the car and drive there to look for her. The Hubman put his foot down at that point and said if she didn’t turn up soon that he’d hire a private investigator to find her.

So I sit with eyes glued to the Weather Channel. I think it’s going to be OK except for a lot of water. I trust my sister’s husband enough to make the right decisions to keep them all safe. Hopefully the worst that happens to them is they end up not speaking to each other for a month after being trapped together in a house for 3 days of wind and rain.

11 responses

  1. I am so glad (reading the next article) that all your family were OK. I am sure after Katrina every puff of wind is a concern.

    That three weeks must have been a terrifying time for you. I am so glad your sister turned up safe in the end.

  2. Hang in there!
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    1. Slipping you a review is on my to do list. I read your book already and got a huge kick out of it.Great book. 🙂

  3. I hope they’re all okay! People are stubborn, but often it’s a helpful quality (maybe not here).

    1. being stubborn can be a survival skill or a recipe for disaster. I guess it depends on the situation 🙂

  4. It must be scary. I can’t imagine. Fingers crossed for you.

    1. Talked to them on the phone several times and everything is fine. They still have power even.

  5. Sorry to hear about your family and so many others that have to go through this almost every year. Hope they remain safe. We sit atop a little hill for which I am thankful.

    I do hope the rain swings a bit west so I get a bucket or two.

    1. No kidding, wouldn’t mind some of the rain in my neck of the woods either.

    2. Thanks for your kinds thoughts.This is an unusual storm and thank goodness we DON’T go through this every year.Yup,this is my first real rodeo.I may have had a few dress rehearsals,but this takes the cake!We are so lucky to still have power at the moment here uptown (much less internet!) when most all of our neighbors lost theirs last night.

      1. I heard your power went out finally. I wouldn’t want to be there is that muggy bayou soup..

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