sea trout and bass
Mom is talking about fishing off the balcony in the event that we run out of food before the floodwaters subside. For one, I don't think that the flooding where I am will be that bad. The Seawall was built to withstand the surge of a catagory four, and the 1900 storm was a good sized four. It's seventeen feet high around sixtyfirst street. The Strand area, the Northern part of the Island, and the West End are...fucked. Basically. The wind and rain are what I'm worried about the most. And high tide. And power outages. And crazy hoboes. It's good that Mommy bought an axe (she says it's for the wood that goes in our grill, but I see so many other advantages). I'm trying to look at this in perspective. There is really nothing I can do right now. I don't want to be here. But...I'll deal. I just hope the high pressure system currently over the Galveston area does not receed before Rita hits. If it stays put, it will stear her probably west south west. If that pressure system does move and the high pressure system to the east moves in, then Rita will begin to turn north. That ain't cool, yo.
The cell hates me. It's hard as fuck to receive calls, or make calls, even to the voicemail (there are about five missed calls). The phone doesn't even ring. It. Is. Odd. What's worse is our battery operated radio suffered horrible corosion because I left the batteries in it for about a year. So we have to use one of those random Garnier Fructis portable radios (the kind that have reset and scan buttons, then a little volume knob)when the power goes out and we can no longer watch the news. So Mom and I will have to take turns listening.
I'm still scared. I'm no longer freaking out. I think I'm going to move my dresser in front of my window. That sounds like a pretty good idea, actually, in case the tree decides to come visit me in my sleep. Honestly, once the winds start to blow, I don't think I'll be sleeping.
I love you Sheila. You are absolutely wonderful. I'm so glad the cell stopped being gimp long enough for me to talk to you.
The cell hates me. It's hard as fuck to receive calls, or make calls, even to the voicemail (there are about five missed calls). The phone doesn't even ring. It. Is. Odd. What's worse is our battery operated radio suffered horrible corosion because I left the batteries in it for about a year. So we have to use one of those random Garnier Fructis portable radios (the kind that have reset and scan buttons, then a little volume knob)when the power goes out and we can no longer watch the news. So Mom and I will have to take turns listening.
I'm still scared. I'm no longer freaking out. I think I'm going to move my dresser in front of my window. That sounds like a pretty good idea, actually, in case the tree decides to come visit me in my sleep. Honestly, once the winds start to blow, I don't think I'll be sleeping.
I love you Sheila. You are absolutely wonderful. I'm so glad the cell stopped being gimp long enough for me to talk to you.