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.