Daily Archives: September 15, 2008

POD’s

GovSpeak for Point Of Distribution. There are six in Harris County now, none anywhere near H-Town.

I saw video of one over breakfast, and someone drove up in a car, volunteers tossed a bag of ice, MRE’s and water into the trunk and the car sped off. Turns out officials decided only to give these items to people who drove to the POD. Dumb move. To their credit, when they saw lines of individuals who walked to the site because they don’t own a car or can’t find gasoline to fuel theirs, they changed the rules.

A two hour journey was spent today on streets with no traffic lights (many not just powerless, but gone with the wind, wasn’t that a movie?) while dodging trees and bicycles and pedestrians. I went to one grocery store I read was open, but people were lined up at least 100 yards to get in. Then I tried the drycleaner just up the street to pick up Jim’s shirts and couldn’t even get into the parking lot. Only the cleaner and Domino’s are in that mini-strip and I hardly think the rush was for the cleaner’s (sorry guys, you know I love ya).

Then I headed to midtown to see if a better grocery store was open, even though they didn’t answer the phone yesterday. En route I passed my favorite specialty store with a big hand-written sign that made my heart go pitter-pat: WE HAVE WATER! They had no power but staff had placed tables in the parking lot with cases of bottled water, paper products and some bargain-priced fruit that would have gone bad left inside. They only took cash and my husband pulled a good deal in case ATM’s didn’t work but I only had $2 on me – that must be why I was only a girl scout for a few months.

So I went to my regular grocery where I love the produce and meat people, and it was open. No parking spaces in small lot (fits maybe 40 cars) and downstairs garage was flooded. They had no power and it was eerie walking down the aisles that were less than fully-stocked. I picked up Diet Coke, tortilla chips, goldfish, spaghetti sauce and applesauce. Strange times, strange things. Everything will keep!

At checkout I got cash back and went back to the specialty store lot and bought water and fruit and they even ran inside to get me a bottle of wine! Picked up Jim (the windows on his floor at work blew in and they have to find office space for 60 and relocate so he’s working from home) and we went to lunch at a local Mexican place.

Still no gas. There’s a station nearby but it had at least 60 cars in line. Trucks are now filling stations that are getting their power restored so hopefully over the next day or two the crush will ease.

Our bayou has gone down considerably. We did get our water back but don’t know if it’s safe to drink. Crews were on site today putting everything back to normal, and downtown is being cleaned up as well.

There’s still a long road to recovery. People think that this only happened to Galveston. Not true. Sure it hit southeast Texas something fierce but continued to the midwest and onward. Thirty dead so far. Millions without power or water or gasoline or ice or food. And until now, there isn’t good printed or “official” information on what is open for business so we can try to resume a semblance of a normal life.

News is on with new POD sites and I should check them out. Oh, I’ve some more photos to upload so may have more later. Cheers! Dee

Pool Party

It’s time for some happy thoughts. Friday afternoon Jim gave Zoe a bath. Why, don’t know, must be so she would be clean for the hurricane.

He took her out and all her friends were frolicking in the Bayou right next door. Surge was coming in. Winds picking up. He had Zoe on leash, eager to be with her buddies in the dirty fast-moving waters.

I said no, as I’d already done about four loads of wash including her bath towels. At the time I heard the Police Chief talking about one of his patrolmen seeing a kayak in a nearby bayou and being very upset that these people weren’t taking the hurricane threat seriously.

On the phone with Jim I asked if I should call and ask if having our dogs swim in the next bayou was acceptable! No way.

After I got the information we needed I headed downstairs where a pool party was in full force. Lawn furniture in the pool to keep tables and chairs from becoming projectiles (see earlier post, Aftermath) and dogs chasing tennis balls in the pool.

Someone asked how you prepare a dog for a major storm/hurricane. Pool party. Zoe and Jim slept through the night while Nervous Nellie here watched the storm and stayed online. They snored. Zoe didn’t even come out to my desk to see how I was doing, she was so tired from chasing/swimming.

That’s my Sous Chef, and my better half. Signing off, Dee

Water

we now have water
life’s blood, needed resource for
our bodies and souls

Fellow Bloggers

I only started this blog, my first, the last week of May. During that time I have had the good fortune to meet a number of wonderful people. At first when my husband presented me with this blog, something he’s wanted me to do for a while, I didn’t know what to expect.

Next thing I know, I was meeting interesting people and gaining a foothold in the blog world for my esoteric musings and recipe ideas.

Although I’ve never been on the list of WordPress features of fastest growing et al, I am often featured on topic-specific WordPress blogs. That kind of bugs me because one guy was on fastest growing blogs and he’d only published “Hello world” once and had no comments. Surely this was a joke.

Well, while I learn the ropes (don’t even talk about that because my husband wants me to learn how to sail, no sailing expertise at all and he wants me to help get around the world), please bear with me.

For now, after having weathered Hurricane Ike and its aftermath at home, I’d like to thank all readers and especially participants on this blog. Please don’t be afraid to comment. I may not get back to you right away but welcome your thoughts and a spirited dialogue.

We were offered places to stay, all kinds of assistance during Hurricane Ike and just want to say thanks! We weathered it in the strike zone (not the evacuation zone), we’re OK and look forward to keeping in touch. Cheers, Dee