We bugged out Sunday morning and headed for Fort Worth. It seems when a hurricane comes, we always head for West Texas.
We weathered the storm ok, however, when we went outside Saturday morning, trees were down all over the neighborhood. One tree down the street was split in half and was laying in the middle of the street.
We had electricity until Saturday morning at 6am. We considered ourselves lucky, at that. We walked around the neighborhood and found out that a convenience store around the corner had it's roof blown off. The roof was laying across our power lines, so we are unsure how long we'll be without power.
We also had very little water pressure, although our mayor promises that this is priority number 1.
One funny thing we noted was that people came out Saturday morning and began cleaning their yards. Maybe to get rid of the debris, maybe to see what was damaged and what wasn't, but it occurs to me that it was one way of humans reasserting some sense of control in the face of the power of nature.
Our institutions are closed until at least Thursday, and we don't know how long our neighborhood will be without power. We're just taking it one day at a time.
