We sheltered in place, Pt. 2

We sheltered in place.

We lost power Friday evening. We were in the dark. We lit candles and waited for Ike to come.

We slept in the closet. We couldn't really hear the storm very much in there.


We listened to our crank radio and ate cold baked beans. I ate uncooked ramen noodles, but Tyler refused. He has limits.


We drove around on saturday to assess the situation.

We noticed much of the city doesn't have power either. We quickly get frustrated at all the stoplights which were turned into 4-way stops. No stores are open. We went home. We got bored. We read a lot. We played games like stratego.

We took Queen-esque pictures of ourselves.

Sunday. Still no power. No church either. All the missionaries are sleeping in the church. No power there either. We went to help clean up some poeple's yards on Monday with the Church group. It was rewarding, both in our hearts, and becuase when we got home, our power was back on. We were overwhelmed. We cooked food! We went to help people again on Tuesday. We tarped the roofs of people who were much worse off then us. We again felt rewarded in our hearts.

We love this season.

Hurricane season! Ike is coming straight for us, and he should hit the coast tomorrow sometime. Since we've been here, it's been non-stop hurricanes. Like, we just did this last week. Sheesh! But this one is different. It's no Edouard. It's big, and mean, and it's coming for Houston. We're not close enough to the coast to have to evacuate or anything, but still, we're gonna get pounded!

How are we dealing with it all? Pool time!

But, seriously we bought plenty of water and food, and our gas tanks are filled. We're not completely irresponsible.

We try to revisit our childhood.

A crazy movie we watched last night. Turns out it was a little more whacked out the Tyler had remembered it.

We saw Gustav come, and we saw Gustav go.

But all we got was a little rain on Monday. And by a little rain, I mean one of these ridiculous episodes where one second the sky is gently misting and then the next second baseball sized-raindrops are falling in sheets, and then a second later is sunny and clear. And a disturbing amount of water is gushing out of your drainpipe. This is all very common around here though.




But our hearts go out to those who actually got hit hard by the storm, like in poor Louisiana. Come on, Hurricanes. Let's give it a break, yeah? Or how about Cuba? Sucks to live there sometimes.




So I know this is lame, but I heard this song in my car and thought of the evacuees who came here to Houston, and also those who stayed home and waited out the storm. Just let it touch your heart like it touched mine. (Ignore the video, it means nothing.)