Here I sit at my inlaws’ house in The Woodlands, 25 miles outside of Houston. My father-in-law is preparing kielbasa and fried potatoes for din din.
Traffic still hasn’t let up and I am hearing more and more stories of people’s cars overheating and breaking down and others suffering from heat exposure and dehydration. The big worry in this neighborhood is the large number of pine trees and other tall trees that surround the houses.
The eye of the hurricane continues to “wobble” – this apparently is a technical weather term because I hear it every couple minutes when weathermen reference the track of the storm. Just heard it again: “Watch that wobble.” This wobble refers to the east and west movement of the storm. Earlier it was trending a little more northeast toward Louisiana and now it seems to be “wobbling” back toward Galveston.
Our cat doesn’t play well with the three that live here, so she’s got her own en suite (litter box in room) guest room upstairs. She’s not real pleased to have been taken out of her home. Just like her momma, my wife, she is a creature of habit.
More later.
