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Piddling around before writing....
Sep. 13th, 2008 01:37 pmI had time to go to Whole Foods last night, so for the first time in days, I’ve had a pretty good breakfast. ¼ Cantaloupe, Portobello mushroom omelet, pecan wheat toast, and coffee. I bought only staples at Whole Food, so I managed to get out of there for only a little over $60. I cooked collard greens last night for later and today I will finally re-supply my freezer with Ethiopian lentil stew and Indian spinach. Yum. I will still probably go out to lunch (I am incorrigible).
Most of the wind from Ike is gone. I was on the phone with my sister and brother-in-law off and on until 11 pm. They live south of Houston. My sister evacuated a little further inland, and my brother-in-law stayed in League City. (They only had a voluntary evac order.) I called my brother-in-law for a description of the neighborhood after most of the women and children left. I am still imagining all of the guys with their walkie-talkies. I can just hear the discussions over who had the best generator. ‘How much power do you have?’ ‘Did you remember an axe?’ I won’t say that staying was madness because they did not have a mandatory evacuation order like we did only last week. But the image of the men meeting in the middle of the street to talk about defying the storm is both alarming and amusing. There are times when I shake my head in wonder at what testosterone does to the brain. (Same thing for estrogen; I can read my diaries back to high school.)
I promised myself to rescue my poor character from the rewrite state that I left her in, so I have to get back to her.
Most of the wind from Ike is gone. I was on the phone with my sister and brother-in-law off and on until 11 pm. They live south of Houston. My sister evacuated a little further inland, and my brother-in-law stayed in League City. (They only had a voluntary evac order.) I called my brother-in-law for a description of the neighborhood after most of the women and children left. I am still imagining all of the guys with their walkie-talkies. I can just hear the discussions over who had the best generator. ‘How much power do you have?’ ‘Did you remember an axe?’ I won’t say that staying was madness because they did not have a mandatory evacuation order like we did only last week. But the image of the men meeting in the middle of the street to talk about defying the storm is both alarming and amusing. There are times when I shake my head in wonder at what testosterone does to the brain. (Same thing for estrogen; I can read my diaries back to high school.)
I promised myself to rescue my poor character from the rewrite state that I left her in, so I have to get back to her.
