I’m Waiting for the Storm to Come: Harvey’s knocking down south… so far.

I’m a weatherbug. I’m the weirdo with a 35mm camera hoping to get great lightning shots in one click and waste a whole roll of film trying. I wanted to film hurricanes and tornadoes. I watched Twister and wanted to be a storm chaser when I grew up.

Actually, the movie made me want to watch more actual documentaries, which then made me want to be a storm chaser, but you get the idea.

I’ve always been waiting for a storm to come. A few have.

Hurricanes were always exciting and a little scary. This one’s not much of an exception. I’ve seen predicted paths of other storms, but when the eye wall gets close to the Texas coast, anything goes. It’s like the coastal edge gives a bitch-slap to the storm and knocks it off course to go staggering…wherever.

I was born just a few weeks after Hurricane Alicia hit in ’83, so nothing but hand-me-down stories of mom “overreacting” and dad “annoyed”.

In 2001, Tropical Storm Allison made me call my boss to say I couldn’t work the next day. She wanted to berate me for using it as an excuse until I mentioned that I was standing in my bedroom with three inches of water and rising.  She just said okay and hung up, and I kept throwing my belongings on the bed and off the floor.

The only other thing I remember that night was how the carpet kept trying to float up under my feet as I walked. At least the carpet was gone when the water rose the second, third, and forth times in those three days. I didn’t realize that the storm had did a loop-de-loop and went right back over us–it didn’t seem possible.

I’ll always remember sleeping in a borrowed camper in the backyard, having to wear shoes back in the house because who knows what ick and filth was all over the tiles, and doing our dishes with a bucket and garden hose for a few months. Cheaper and better situation than some, but I sure got to wondering what a real hurricane was supposed to be like.

It might’ve been fragmenting, but still packed a helluva punch for something NOT a hurricane!

2005 saw Hurricane Rita, just a few weeks after Katrina and the levee breaches in New Orleans. I was living with dad and we had no power for days on end, and a heat wave before and after that made the hurricane a wuss in comparison (thanks, Rita, for sucking all the oxygen out when you left, you lousy bitch). We went to a neighbor’s house to wait out the storm. He had a tractor and helped knock down some trees that threatened to fall over the house or garage, and we helped him with his yard.

Around 11pm, I just lay on the carpet away from everybody. It was itchy and hot, and I was under a window (unwise, I know). I had one ear pressed to the carpet, the other to the air. That wind was something to hear, trying to get in, the tree limbs whipping against each other and the leaves making a constant “sssshhhh” noise (with some wet slaps when they broke loose and smacked the house). Under the carpet, the straps and braces made sounds. The straps hit the metal and I’d hear this pinging and thumping. I could swear it was like a tympani drum.

Wish I was a musician–it would’ve been a great time to try and compose.

Sheesh, Rita was one tightly-formed storm. I love nasa.gov.

We went home the next morning. Now, my dad hated our mobile home (still does a bit) and said that if we found any damage in the morning, we’d just pick up what was left and move. He kept saying “If there’s one shingle missing, I’m burning it down!”

So, since there was nothing better to do but pick up tree debris, I worked outside a while. I was pulling limbs aside and making piles we could burn when I saw him looking down at the ground, then up at the house, hands on his hips. I don’t think I’d seen him like that before, so I went over.

He was glaring at half a shingle in the grass, which he supposed had been torn off the roof corner by a branch.

I couldn’t help it. “Well, guess you shouldn’t have been so specific, huh?”

“Shut up.”

I think our neighbors would’ve willingly traded places with us, though. Across the street, the tree behind the house topped itself in the storm and sliced her mobile home practically in half. The only thing that stopped it from being completely severed was flashing that held up the severed trunk–it took weeks to clear the debris and years to patch it up better than new.

At least they weren’t home–they’d left town before the storm came.

And then that HEAT! But more on that later.

2008 brought Hurricane Ike, which was going Galveston’s way, though we were going to get some of the nasty East winds for sure. Oh, heavens, that was a mess. I was doing my internship that year and in the course of half an hour (on the last day before they cancelled school for the evacuations), I went from fine to sneezing, dribbling mess. Somehow I’d gotten badly ill with a cold or the flu, something strange. I don’t remember ever getting sick so suddenly.

So, I had to spend my money on DayQuil, NyQuil, Tylenol and tissues before I got home, which made dad mad because he said I needed to fill my gas tank. Then he saw I was bad sick and said “never mind.”

I guess he would rather have me take care of the illness rather than get him sick or worse.

We stayed home that time. I’ll give props to Ike in that it came after the heat waves, but still it wasn’t comfortable. At least we had a generator that time to theoretically make it easier. Dad rigged it to the garage where we had a small room with an air conditioner to sleep in. I kept waking up thinking somebody was mowing the lawn all night. So I got some ice in a compress bag and a towel, put it against one of my leg arteries, and let it cool me down enough to get some sleep in my own bed.

And now, we’re at Harvey, which as of 10:00 pm local time, the eyewall is about to hit Rockport, roughly 150 miles southwest of where I am now (of course, I suck at mapquest scales, so that’s very approximate).Current Storm Information

Now, there’s something that’s annoying or painful about hurricanes when they come here to our little part of the world.

  1. They always show up at night, in the dark. I am one of those nuts that wants to see the wind, and the trees doing the mambo in the storm. I don’t want to be just listening to it. Cameras that I have can’t record worth a damn in the dark, it sucks. I want to see the rain bands and the wind. (Sigh.)
  2. People go nuts looking for supplies and gas stations. It feels just this side of Black Friday…but for gasoline and water. It’s bad enough driving in the Houston area when it’s just raining (precipitation brings out the “Chicken Little gene” in drivers and skill goes out the window). Try avoiding people charging down the main drag like they were James Bond after a villain. I had some appointments this morning who told me they had seen a few fender benders. One client was even in a car accident a few miles away. I got so many phone calls of people telling me they might be late and were hurrying to get there. I had to assure them to slow down, that we’d fit them in, but it wasn’t worth them getting into an accident.
  3. It’s not the wind, it’s the flooding. And I don’t mean the storm surge, exactly, but the constant, constant rainfall that tends to occur because the storms that show in our neck of the woods slow down quite a bit. A newscaster earlier talked about the faster a storm moves, the less rain it has a chance to dump. But we get the slow ones. The hurricane is just a weird night. The days after make you wish you had a boat and could bathe in mosquito spray.
  4. After the storm, wind is a figment of your imagination. More than that, it’s the oxygen. That’s what made Rita so horrible. Not only were we in a heat wave, but there wasn’t even the slightest wind to be found, and it was so humid it felt like you were breathing through a sponge. There was no oxygen; it really felt like that. I can see why people were hospitalized with breathing problems and fainting in the days afterward–how were they supposed to get relief? Speaking of breathing…
  5. Even in the “sticks,” you can’t burn limbs for about a week after the hurricane. One of the joys of living in the country is you can have trees, which means sometimes burning limbs in your own yard if you want. But when there’s no electricity for the A/C, and everybody has their windows open, smoke’s going indoors. Anybody with breathing problems can’t handle that, so the police departments and fire departments are super strict about burning debris after a hurricane, at least until the power’s up and running in the neighborhood. I get it, but it also means it’s not smart to pile up brush until you’re ready to haul and burn it–who knows how many snakes you might find in the pile when you’re ready to move it?

    Yeah, that’s me. I like the smell of one. Dunno why.

Now, there are a couple of good things I’ll say about hurricanes. Call me a foolish optimist, but there are two trends I notice each time around:

  1. Hey howdy, neighbor! In my neighborhood, everybody seems to have different shifts and different times they’re at home, and few of us know each other. I think hurricanes have broken the ice every time. When every yard’s covered in debris or part of the road or a driveway is blocked, neighbors come out of the woodwork to help each other out and talk. And with no electricity the first few days (at least, not reliable electricity without generators), it’s no wonder that being outside with neighbors is possible. Sometimes it inspires people bringing out the lawn chairs, coolers, (maybe even a barbecue pit to cook up some rapidly defrosting meat before it goes bad) and bug spray or citronella candles and chat. Makes me think of a trashy facsimile of the stereotypical perfect suburb we all saw in the movies growing up. Hey, it’s fun in it’s own way–at least nobody can judge you for your smell or appearance.
  2. Hummingbirds. All the flowers are gone, and those little hummers are super hungry. We have spaces for 4 feeders off our carport and try to keep them filled up. After each hurricane we put ’em out there fast. There will be hundreds swarming around. It’s fun to sit there in a lawn chair and just watch and listen. It’s a constant buzz, and just wonderful to see.

Maybe Harvey will give some more positives to the list, but I’m concerned. the flooding aspect concerns me, not so much for my home–we live on higher ground and I’ve never seen the water get super close to the house before.

No, I’m concerned because of work. I was looking for another job and waiting for word, and I’m sure they had to delay the lease while a Hurricane was bearing down. Makes sense not to sign on the dotted line if you don’t know the building won’t sustain massive damage in the meantime.

And as for my paying jobs…well…I’m concerned that if my current job goes under water, I’m out on my keister for the foreseeable future. I’ve never been really confronted with the possibility.

I’m just going to keep hoping for the best.

Be safe, fellow Texans, and all of us on this weird Third Coast.

And for heaven’s sake, unless you’ve got a Smart car in an inflatable raft, don’t try to go through high water to get where you need to go.

Hmm… wait, somebody tried to invent this? I was kidding… oh boy.

4 thoughts on “I’m Waiting for the Storm to Come: Harvey’s knocking down south… so far.

    • TheChattyIntrovert says:

      I think the intense boredom is one of the worst things. When we run the generator, dad has to have his t.v. on, but I have to cut off my computer because it’s too much of a load. Happened earlier.

      You know, this isolation by flood waters thing…I can see why Jack Torrance snapped in “The Shining”…and his ordeal lasted longer!

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