Random things...
Friday, September 12th, 2008 11:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
auntbijouIt's starting to get a little breezy hereabouts. When I went out about an hour and a half ago and looked up, there were six rings around the moon, and I thought, "Well, there's a lot of moisture and dust in the air tonight."
The sunset was a truly odd color, too.
I called my mom. Several of their neighbors came over to help put plywood over their windows and the back door, for which I am grateful. Dad had kept the plywood he'd bought for Hurricane Rita, right after Katrina decimated New Orleans, and one of the guys helping asked where he got it. Dad explained, and the man asked, "Well, how much did you pay for it?"
Dad had about eight large panels, and four small panels, and said, "Oh, something less than 13 dollars for all of it, I think."
The man whistled and said, "They're charging $36 to nearly $50 each now."
That stunned me. Then Mom said, "What's worse, a few of the gas stations around here that still have gas are charging way over $4 a gallon."
Gouging. Hurricane hasn't even hit yet, and they were gouging. *rolls eyes* Guess it hasn't occurred to them that when the hurricane is over, folks are going to remember what was done, and there will be a price to pay.
Mom said they're fine so far, and she's keeping the cell phone charged just in case.
THO's brother, Uncle Scientist, and his partner, Uncle Artist, live fairly close by, and they, too, chose to stay put, though THO offered them houseroom if they needed it. They declined, and if conditions are favorable after the storm passes, I might ask them to drop by and check on my folks. I am sure that the Practical Sister, being in League City, and the Blonde Sister, being in Cy-Fair, both well over 45 minutes away, won't find it easy to get to our parents for a while.
It's funny, Uncle Scientist and Uncle Artist came to stay with us when Rita arrived, and stayed about four days while things settled down. My absolute favorite memory of that time was walking into the Burrow, which was what we called our family room at that house, and finding both uncles sitting on the couch with my offspring between them, and all four of them wearing these pink and purple 3-D glasses while they watched "The Adventures of Shark-Boy and Lava-Girl."vicki_sine and swiftv, who were also staying with us, had gone on a grocery run with THO, and missed out on the fun. I do remember later on making beaucoups bowls of popcorn and settling down with everyone to watch a Miyazaki movie marathon.
The wind is picking up outside. That is a hella big storm. Here we are in Central Texas, hundreds of miles away from where it is. It takes nearly three and a half hours to drive to Houston from here. I can hear the wind blowing, and when I went outside, I could smell a faint trace of salt in the air.
Mother of us all, keep them safe. Please.
The sunset was a truly odd color, too.
I called my mom. Several of their neighbors came over to help put plywood over their windows and the back door, for which I am grateful. Dad had kept the plywood he'd bought for Hurricane Rita, right after Katrina decimated New Orleans, and one of the guys helping asked where he got it. Dad explained, and the man asked, "Well, how much did you pay for it?"
Dad had about eight large panels, and four small panels, and said, "Oh, something less than 13 dollars for all of it, I think."
The man whistled and said, "They're charging $36 to nearly $50 each now."
That stunned me. Then Mom said, "What's worse, a few of the gas stations around here that still have gas are charging way over $4 a gallon."
Gouging. Hurricane hasn't even hit yet, and they were gouging. *rolls eyes* Guess it hasn't occurred to them that when the hurricane is over, folks are going to remember what was done, and there will be a price to pay.
Mom said they're fine so far, and she's keeping the cell phone charged just in case.
THO's brother, Uncle Scientist, and his partner, Uncle Artist, live fairly close by, and they, too, chose to stay put, though THO offered them houseroom if they needed it. They declined, and if conditions are favorable after the storm passes, I might ask them to drop by and check on my folks. I am sure that the Practical Sister, being in League City, and the Blonde Sister, being in Cy-Fair, both well over 45 minutes away, won't find it easy to get to our parents for a while.
It's funny, Uncle Scientist and Uncle Artist came to stay with us when Rita arrived, and stayed about four days while things settled down. My absolute favorite memory of that time was walking into the Burrow, which was what we called our family room at that house, and finding both uncles sitting on the couch with my offspring between them, and all four of them wearing these pink and purple 3-D glasses while they watched "The Adventures of Shark-Boy and Lava-Girl."
vicki_sine and swiftv, who were also staying with us, had gone on a grocery run with THO, and missed out on the fun. I do remember later on making beaucoups bowls of popcorn and settling down with everyone to watch a Miyazaki movie marathon. The wind is picking up outside. That is a hella big storm. Here we are in Central Texas, hundreds of miles away from where it is. It takes nearly three and a half hours to drive to Houston from here. I can hear the wind blowing, and when I went outside, I could smell a faint trace of salt in the air.
Mother of us all, keep them safe. Please.
