well. That was anticlimatic
So.
Many of you know that my family and I decided Thursday that the best thing to do concerning Hurricane Rita was to sit it out, and prepare as best we could.
The then Category 5 was projected to hit near Beaumont/Port Arthur, and downgrade to a Category 3 before landfall. We figured we could ride that out: Cat 3 sounds much less threatening than Cat 5.
But.. Rita who? The whole affair was amazingly anticlimatic for Houston. There was very, very little physical damage. As in none. Only a few large branches fell, maybe one or two windows blew out.
I've ridden through thunderstorms that did more damage. Last spring, I sat through one, alone, at home, because it'd blocked me in when I was supposed to join my family at my Dad's house. That one toppled a tree, and had sheets of rain. I couldn't get out of the neighborhood.
The only physical indicators that a few days ago, a Category 5 storm named Rita was headed our way? The streets are deserted. Sugar Land alone is a city of 80,000 people. Traffic jams out the wazzo on Highway 6, both directions, as it is the main thoroughfare, are what you could normally expect. I saw maybe 20 cars on that road. It's queer. Nothing is open.
There is no gas. None. Here, anyway. Apparently there's one or two stations that managed to hold onto a little, but none around my area.
Someone[s] must have made a large deal with the devil (or God) to spare Houston-Galveston.
School doesn't start up again until Wednesday. I'm kinda bored. I've spent the last two days playing d2 obsessively, and reading Anne Rice.
Many of you know that my family and I decided Thursday that the best thing to do concerning Hurricane Rita was to sit it out, and prepare as best we could.
The then Category 5 was projected to hit near Beaumont/Port Arthur, and downgrade to a Category 3 before landfall. We figured we could ride that out: Cat 3 sounds much less threatening than Cat 5.
But.. Rita who? The whole affair was amazingly anticlimatic for Houston. There was very, very little physical damage. As in none. Only a few large branches fell, maybe one or two windows blew out.
I've ridden through thunderstorms that did more damage. Last spring, I sat through one, alone, at home, because it'd blocked me in when I was supposed to join my family at my Dad's house. That one toppled a tree, and had sheets of rain. I couldn't get out of the neighborhood.
The only physical indicators that a few days ago, a Category 5 storm named Rita was headed our way? The streets are deserted. Sugar Land alone is a city of 80,000 people. Traffic jams out the wazzo on Highway 6, both directions, as it is the main thoroughfare, are what you could normally expect. I saw maybe 20 cars on that road. It's queer. Nothing is open.
There is no gas. None. Here, anyway. Apparently there's one or two stations that managed to hold onto a little, but none around my area.
Someone[s] must have made a large deal with the devil (or God) to spare Houston-Galveston.
School doesn't start up again until Wednesday. I'm kinda bored. I've spent the last two days playing d2 obsessively, and reading Anne Rice.