Self entertainment

It’s amazing when you stay up late and have to find ways to amuse yourself what you’ll end up doing. We’ve been counting things like crazy today. The number of drinks consumed, hands of cards played, number of people without power, that kind of thing. We’ve played Scrabble, Indiana Jones Life, and Gin Rummy.

It kind of seems like fiddling while Rome burns, except that I have no responsibilities in Houston. I am a tad bit worried about my apartment. It’s about to get hit with hurricane force winds and I’m not thrilled to hear that. Sleep probably won’t come tonight. Everything sounds strange. It’s different.

The center of the eye of Ike is five miles from land now. The worst of it is still to come for us up here. Downtown Houston is now taking its worst hit. The rain is coming down horizontally. They do still have power in downtown. Which is crazy. The transformers are blowing and lighting the sky a very odd blue-green.

I see the storm and I am in awe. In awe of the power and majesty. I’ve been in storms before. Hidden in basements from tornadoes, but there is nothing quite like being in the middle of a hurricane. It is amazing. We were ducking out to the balcony to watch the wind and rain earlier but some pretty good gusts have convinced us to stay inside at least for now. And, like they’re telling us on the news, it’s only going to get worse.

At least we still have power, 1.3 million customers (that’s 4.5 million people) are now without power, but ours is still on. We still have air, running water, not to mention the cable and internet. As they’re saying on the news, there is so much going on that it’s hard to keep up with everything. Ike is certainly making a statement.

~The Countess~

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About texancountess

I find myself in the calming roar of the sea, floating gently on the foam of the breaking waves. Blue. Green. Gray. The colors of the sea mark the boundaries of my soul. The tumbled glass finds its polish under the relentless pounding of the waves upon the shore. Thus am I. Rough transitioning to polish, refinement ever a process, finding my niche in the storms of life.
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