I’m happy to say, we’re safe and dry in this household. And by dry I mean both physically and spiritually. This October will make 4 years of sobriety for me, and if this storm doesn’t make me drink, nothing will.
Like everyone else in Houston, I am in shock at how much water and flooding has occurred. It’s hard to know when to take the weather predictions and the news seriously. Every time it rains, they get all excited and tell you the world is ending. Weather is the only subject they seem to be comfortable editorializing. Everything else is more or less fact-based, but when it comes to weather, it’s opinions galore. Locally, we have received about 40 inches of rain since last Thursday. Saturday and Sunday night were the worst. It was coming down in buckets, and my phone alerts were so frequent they became annoying. During the tornado warning, with the wind whipping around outside, we actually thought we might get hit. I got the storm shelter ready, put some dry clothes & a flashlight in there, a few other little things. Thank God we didn’t need it. Water got up over the curb, but that’s it. Turns out our neighborhood has some really good drainage. I’m about 30 feet above sea level here and outside any flood zones. Turns out it really is all about location, location, location. I could probably sell tomorrow for $200K as a flood-proof, hurricane-proof house. We never even lost electricity.
My daughter’s house got about a foot of floodwater in it. She’s here with us now, along with her family and pets. It’s been a struggle feeding everyone and it’s a constant routine of cleaning, cooking, laundry, repeat, every day. The chemical plant I work for is flooded as well. I’ve been told to stay home until called in, which is good because my little BRZ wouldn’t make it that far anyway.
I pray to God for the rest of Houston. This is an incredible disaster for the city. I’m not one of those big tough guys that rescues people with his big truck and giant boat. I’ve never been that guy. God has given me the skillset and abilities to do just one thing, and that is to take care of my family. It would be nice to be able to save people and get them to dry land, pick them up from rooftops in my big fan boat, but it never seems to work out for me. And that’s OK. We all have different roles to play, don’t we? I’m the grandad. I provide.
I doubt much of anyone is still reading my posts, but if you are, say a prayer for Houston, especially the poor. My daughter’s situation is pretty common. They basically don’t have a penny to their name, and have lost almost all of their possessions. Their house may not be habittable, and it’s likely the car they left behind is totaled. Without help, they’re in a world of hurt. And theirs isn’t even the worst story. At least they got out. I would imagine a lot of people, they will find after the waters recede, did not.
God bless Houston and God bless Texas.