Tag Archives: Ike

Hunkering Down

This month, Jim and I will have been married for six years. Unemployed at the time, he obtained a provisional patent for a smart phone application he invented. Over the years four were stable, work-wise, and I could food shop as I liked. I hate clothes shopping but love a great grocery or farmer’s market!

During the month of July, when an offer was rescinded and he’d already put in notice, we ate out of the freezer and pantry (no, John, we still have Bambi) for a few weeks, with fruits and veg and dairy purchased. Our stores were down and then he got the new gig and I did a limited build-up. Then came Ike, and a major build-up. When the supermarket is dark, four days after a major hurricane, and the shelves are depleted a hoarding mentality sets in. I bought a big jar of applesauce, and very strange things that are still here.

Our pantry is chock-full of pasta, tomatoes, hearts of palm, artichokes, rice and couscous, salsa, jams, spices. Now that lean times have arrived, we’ve started with the freezer and pantry. I thawed tonight’s Cornish game hen and bought the potatoes to make latkes for Hannukah for a friend. Unfortunately even with an excellent wheat baguette and expensive extra-sharp cheddar Jim did not want a grilled cheese sandwich for lunch (we’re not going to restaurants for a while). Tomorrow I’ll make BLT’s and he can have a mug of butternut squash/carrot soup with it.

My dad will be in LA this weekend and we bought tickets and it would be a shame to waste them. It all depends upon whether Jim has an out-of-town interview on Friday. While it’s a brief weekend it would be nice to see the coast again, and family of course. Cheers! Dee

Dear President-Elect,

Yesterday this blog entertained visits from persons interested in learning about what it’s like to survive a hurricane.  To that end I’ve found that some of my Ike-related posts are on a Red Cross site.

I’ve also urged a FEMA boot camp where they can feel like we do in a Katrina, Rita, Ike or their kin.  It is my hope that some of these “hits” have come from potential staffers in your administration.

On behalf of all hurricane survivors, I ask that you not make FEMA a dumping ground for stupid political hacks.  Ditto “homeland security.”  No lessons have been learned since Katrina and that was a disaster before, during and especially after the hurricane with wounds that cannot be mended.

Please have a uniform plan to aid your constituents in the event of a natural disaster or terrorist attack and have able leaders in place to assure comfort and aid to those in need of assistance.

Thank you.  Dee

Shelter in Place, with Dee

During Hurricane Ike our power only went out for four hours. Many people had no power for weeks. After a brief outage I had computer access and used it for email and blog entries.

It now turns out that some people I know from the area who were out of town or didn’t have my email address checked the blog for hurricane updates to determine whether to come home.

Thanks for checking in, folks! Glad you’re back and getting your homes back in shape. Dee

I Can’t Believe

I wrote about underwear. Sorry, folks!, especially Mom and Jim.

The humidity is down considerably so even 88 degrees is amenable. I so look forward to being able to open the windows at night over the weekend and let in some fresh air while airing out cooking odors over the past hot and humid months.

We still see people buying ice to keep food cold. People we know still don’t have power. Some don’t have roofs anymore. Our thoughts are with everyone who weathered this catastrophe, especially those without power or homes.

While I await news on Mom I am doing regular chores (laundry, shopping, drycleaning, cleaning house) and look forward to perhaps seeing a movie this weekend. Pretend everything is OK and we’re just having a regular weekend. Jim and I, and Zoe (who gets a frozen peanut butter Kong when we leave her in her crate) will enjoy a couple hours of normalcy.

Wishing you a calm and pleasant weekend. Dee

ps Oh, I found pinhead oats for Cranachan! Perhaps I’ll make it as a weekend treat. Check out my recipes from Scottish Council! I’m excited to try this one. Cheers to the Scots! We’ll raise at least a Tennants in your honor.

So this is Jim’s preferred Scots breakfast. Most things I could get around the corner, but the thin proscuitto that substituted for “streaky bacon” I had to walk 1/2 mile for. Castle Doune, known to anyone with a Monty Python bent. It was six castles, including Anthrax, of seven in the Holy Grail. Last is Roslyn Chapel. Due to its interior carvings it is an architectural marvel.

Pretense

I toyed with calling this piece “Snootiness.” Sonoma County is a lovely place, and its organic “back to the farm” movement has been a success and inspiration for other foodie destinations. But there are two very clear contests going on here: the first is who can be the most environmentally friendly or “Green”; and the second seems to be how many words it takes to describe a menu item.

Yesterday, after several hours in my mother’s room at the hospice, Jim and I left for an hour to grab a bite to eat. I ordered a Monte Cristo sandwich. Actually it was (insert name of your choice for each letter) A Ranch organic ham with B Farms X cheese amd house-made onion jam on artisinal panini freshly baked by C Organic Boulangerie.

Come on! They delivered our iced teas with a 3″ wine carafe. Jim asked for sugar and our server’s assistant (keep it pretentious) said “This is our simple syrup” and walked away. Clueless, Jim asked me “What is simple syrup?” I fixed his tea for him and said “sugar.”

When we move here and I open a restaurant we’re going to have a non-Vegan restaurant with a sommelier, farm-to-market consultant and apiary with its own beekeeper. When sugar is needed we’ll summon the bees to table and they’ll provide it on the spot.

In Texas they’re still eatin’ BBQ, drinking coffee at Sunday services out of styrofom and the mere thought of recycling is met with derision. OK, a middle of the road approach might work here. But if a highway billboard tells me to choose a “green” bank that saves trees by not allowing me to write a check, I just say, what? Some businesses aren’t online and won’t do online billing, even AT&T’s dish network back home.

Why should I care if my insurance broker’s office staff only drinks organic coffee in corn-based disposable cups? Should they bring and wash their own mug from home? Wouldn’t we rather get the best insurance possible at the lowest cost?

Last night when we got back to the hotel, I hadn’t eaten so Jim and I split a cheese plate. Interesting that they didn’t label the cheeses. Several goat cheeses, one semi-soft and one Brie. A few water crackers, grapes, Marcona almonds and quince paste, plus local specialty honey. Normally one doesn’t get that from room service at the local Sheraton.

Everything seems done to the nth degree in Sonoma County. So we went out to Safeway for cereal, milk and fruit, plus plastic bowls and spoons, and ate our breakfast in the rental car at a local park. Of course the parents immediately removed their children from the park. Who knows why. Maybe they didn’t want to have them corrupted by Texans.

Food Shopping

This morning at 7:00 sharp I visited the first grocery store in our neighborhood listed as open. Yesterday the newspaper kindly printed a list of gas stations, grocery stores, home improvement stores and restaurants mainly in our area. As to groceries, they listed who was “full service” and those running on generators with no meat, dairy, produce or frozen goods.

Yesterday afternoon, shortly after they opened, I swung by and the line was around the building. I didn’t even try to park. This morning the parking lot was only about 1/3 full and there were only about 12 people in line, so I got a cart, ready to go inside and check out produce, dairy and meats. There was a “bouncer” outside with a walkie-talkie, allowing 1-2 people in at a time. Unbeknownst to me, the store was dark. The shelves were well-stocked and I got my choice of produce, but because they were running on a generator there were no perishable foods.

It’s an eerie feeling to shop in a darkened grocery store, whether the shelves are empty (like yesterday) or full.

Today I sent out the “Openings” list to local friends and neighbors to get the word out, also to our management office. Later on I received an email from Central Market, the greatest market in town, saying that they’re open and baking artisanal bread, and have everything one could possibly need. It is a specialty market with an embarrassment of riches. They can be forgiven for not having cleaning or paper products, or a magazine section. So that’s where I’ll go the minute they open tomorrow morning. After I try to get gasoline – haven’t been able to do that yet. If I get there at 6:30 or 7:00 I shouldn’t have to wait too long. Jim’s at 1/2 tank and I’m at 1/4 tank so we can’t wait three hours in line.

My other favorite specialty grocery, Spec’s, now has power and is open – haven’t been but we were a block away so drove by to check status. I thank them for being open in the parking lot with cases of bottled water. No-one had water. Hail to the Cheese!

We are sharing our good fortune with others. A girlfriend came over to take a shower this morning and I made us all breakfast, and sent her the “Openings” list. Then we went out to lunch and she and I toured downtown so we could see if she can get to work tomorrow. Roads were open. Jim worked from home today but may be going in tomorrow to a temporary location. The windows on his floor were smashed by the hurricane so sixty software developers must be moved to an alternate location.

President Bush showed up today to tour the damage in Galveston. There was a SNAFU this morning at one of the POD locations. FEMA trucks showed up hours late then upon arriving – four semis with a police escort for a 20-mile trip – started doing FEMA paperwork to make sure the drivers didn’t pull over and steal a bag of ice. A smart person told them to get this stuff out to the people who have been in their cars for the past 6 hours waiting!

They brought out the water and ice and “snack packs.” No real food, snack packs! What do they think these people have been eating the past few days? You got it, “food” from the convenience store. Chips, pretzels, nachos. Another black eye for FEMA. Plus they’re no longer serving walk-up traffic, you know, the people who can’t afford a car or whose car sunk in the hurricane. They apparently messed up the system so now it’s vehicle traffic only.

FEMA should pay local taxis to drive these folks 100 feet, get their rations, and drive them home. One POD official said they were afraid walk-ins might come more than once a day and that can’t be allowed. Do they know how difficult it is for one person to carry a bag of ice, case of bottled water and box of snack food? Let’s say they live 1/2 mile away. How many times in one day would a sane person stand in line to do that, just in order to bilk the federal government of $5 of essential post-hurricane supplies?

Neighbors

The cool front must be a godsend for the million here still without power. Before the hurricane, we wached TV to track Ike and find out how bad it would be.

Now I keep the news on for regular official updates (do we need to boil water, what grocery stores are open and do they have power so we can buy milk, meat and produce) and can’t see watching the talking heads talk about “human interest” stories day and night. But this is one I love.

In one Houston neighborhood, the Heights, many trees are down and entwined in a spaghetti of power lines. One side of the street has power, the other does not. A neighbor laid an extension cord along the street and connected it to a neighbor directly across, ostensibly to power the refrigerator. Every home on the “have” side of the street did the same. Isn’t that great?

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