Monday, August 28, 2017

Hope Floats

I took this photo last night. Getting drenched was the worst part; I've lived through such flooding before, but I am forever grateful that we live here and not in Houston. This is also the first time our neighbors used their driveway instead of parking on the street. That gray truck is now parked in the neighbor's driveway next door. Unprecedented events occur during unprecedented storms. Well, a 500 year storm set the precedent, right? 

This is today. I like to imagine how someone  someday will read my old letters written to some of you, and my meager remarks on hurricane Harvey will be a part of our history by then. *grin* See? We're okay if I'm grinning. It's easy to become confused when an awakening sky looks like an evening sky. A body cannot tell day from night. The grass plays tricks on eyes, and the back yard looks like it's straight out of an episode of "The Twilight Zone." We never lost power though! Used to be we'd be in the dark with Moses, as in "Where was Moses when the lights went out?" if it rained. We've come a long way.

Thanks for remembering us and thinking of us, and thanks for your prayers. It's raining again but only lightly. Our easement bore the brunt of the water, and our community is only thirteen years old; our homes are raised, our backyards slope, and there are trenched declivities between houses that carry the water to the street and into the storm drains. Things aren't so easy in Houston. My mother and a small tribe of relatives live throughout the city. They've either evacuated or are holding on. Harvey is moving East. So we're still keeping an eye on the sky. Be safe! Be wise! 

There are at least 5,000 people in the George R. Brown Convention Center in Houston. At least 10, 000 are being sheltered overall. And there's still space available. Among the saddest images are of  police examining people's bags. They're checking for weapons. In all this, there've been only nine deaths reported -- all storm related. That, my friends, is another miracle. 

Onward and upward . . . or "How I Spent My Dates with Hurricane Harvey:" 

Rain on the roof has kept me up at night. Paper, scissors and glue help. Postcards! Right? 

"A chick on a higher plane is an eagle." 

One more time . . . Humidity wicks the ink from markers; they don't blend well either. They'll flood paper if you aren't quick, and the colors falter, stall . . . like Harvey.

See? None of that stopped me though. I couldn't sleep, so I simply kept at it.

The back is a work in progress. 

I finally found a use for this lovely vellum. Isn't it pretty? And my favorite balloons -- they'll be gone as soon as the waters recede and the mail goes out again. They're from Flow naturally. The glitter does it for me! The text stickers are Flow's also. I bought the same issue twice. For the fonts? Probably. *grin* Will buy a third if they're still at Barnes & Noble. It has to be my favorite of favorites issue.

A third. Forgive the paper cement bits that look like little balls of dirt. I cannot find either of the three paper cement pickups that are stored for safekeeping, in a surefire place that'll help me remember where I put them. *grin* Wait! 

I found one! Just by talking to you about it I realized where at least one of the three was hiding in plain sight. It's been inside a favorite pouch all along! 

I like the quote:  Promise yourself to be so strong that nothing can disturb your peace of mind. Look at the sunny side of everything and make your optimism come true. Think only of the best, work only for the best, and expect only the best. Forget the mistakes of the past and press on to the greater achievements of the future. Give so much time to the improvement of yourself that you have no time to criticize others. Live in the faith that the whole world is on your side so long as you are true to the best that is in you!  --Christian D. Larson

Now that I've found my paper cement pickup it's time to clean up the excesses and make more postcards. Did you happen to see our cluster mail boxes to the far right in the third photo? Pitiful little things aren't they? I hope ours'll be filled to the brim with good mail come "Dried Out Katy Day."

Um, by the way? I discovered the possible source of the terrible headaches that have plagued me these few days. I blamed the incessant rain when it's been my fault all along. I forgot to take my thyroid supplement since Friday of Saturday. "I blame the eclipse!" said the lunatic. 

Hope floats and flies in Katy.


  1. OK good. Thank you for the update.

    1. Thank YOU for caring. :) We lost power for awhile but all's right in our world.

  2. I'm glad to hear that you are not only surviving but able to create. It has been watching a disaster film--unbelievable. Keep dry, Limner. Stay safe!

    1. Hugs to you. {{{Jenclair}}} We're here, safe and dry, and trying to figure out how to help others less fortunate. We usually donate money but more is needed. The mayor asked for donations for XL and XXL clothing. I'm heading to a clothing store first chance I can. I feel bad for always tending to overlook heavier folk in need. What an eye opener. This feels like Katrina's aftermath.

      I can't say that I have faith or beliefs if I don't try to live them. Writing and drawing through storms are what have helped me survive and thrive. I like that poem about how worry never paid a bill, climbed a hill . . . It's a good reminder for everyday life.

      Is Harvey headed your way???

  3. another awesome post glad you are riding this thing out so well and having fun as well . North Carolina is getting buttloads of rain and I hope they are not the next one to get flooded . well take care and much love and prayers as always . be good .

    1. We're bombarded with news coverage so I'm taking a break here with y'all. It's a beautiful day and I'm enjoying it so much. Thanks for checking on us. We appreciate it.

      My heart goes out to North Carolina and others in Harvey's path. Let us pray for them too, okay?

      Be well.

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    1. Thank you! We're dealing with a degree of survivor's guilt but gratitude wins out. It's already beginning to feel like a bad dream. We lost power for awhile today. We're as good as ever though. Now we have to figure out how to help as soon as we're able to leave our neighborhood.

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    1. Thanks, Pamela. It's been surreal but a lot like deja vu too. I'd give a lot if this 500 year storm is the last flood we'll ever have in another 500 years. :) I think this is only the second one I've gotten through with JC here.

      All the water is awful and beautiful at the same time.

  6. Glad to read your update. I have a cousin in Houston, she's okay. We drove back home from the outer banks of North Carolina today. Heavy rain in NC and Virginia, but nothing like Trxas. Thinking about you all.

    1. Thank you, Mim. I'm glad your cousin is safe and unharmed. It always floods in the same places; people rebuild in the same flood plains; developers build new homes in all the wrong places; they displace soil that has withstood the storms of time, but money is their god. Such is life, yes?

      I'm grateful that we were able to bear the brunt of Harvey's strength and might if it means others will be spared. This storm is already a part of our new history. I hope we learn from all this.

      You have a good heart. Thanks again.

      Be well.