Monday, September 8, 2008

Round 2


Bearly a week has gone by and nothing has really changed. We are bracing ourselves for another round with another hurricane. Can't these things just go somewhere else? It was a nice long drive up to Michigan for Gustov and then it didn't even hit our area. I'm not complaining. I'd rather have a miss than a hit, but you the natural reaction is to be upset that you went through it all for nothing. Now Ike is staring us down and it looks like we are right in the crosshairs. There is still lots of time for Ike to turn away from us, but we are right in the middle of the "Cone of destruction." My biggest fear is that after Gustov sent everyone packing, some people won't have the means or feel inclined to evacuate again. I can already hear people saying, "well Gustov missed us and we spent all this money evacuating, I can't afford that again so I'm just waiting this one out." That could be a deadly mistake. We are getting ready to evacuate again if we have to, but work will have a say in that as well. It looks like we'll make reservations in Little Rock and see where to go from there.

Monday, September 1, 2008

Mexican Refugees Out of Harm's Way


We are out of there! Some would call me an extremist, but I think Michigan is a great place to ride out a hurricane. We made the 19 hour drive yesterday with no problem. We were actually commenting on how this was the best trip yet for driving the whole way in one shot. The freezer and fridge were emptied and towels put at all of the windows, but beyond that it's in God's hands. We're following the storm on the weather channel and it looks like we won't get impacted until some time tomorrow.

Once we let my parents know that we were coming my dad called my 90 year old grandmother and told her that they were going to be housing refugees from Texas. She said, "ohhh? Well, do you know anything about them?" He said, "Yes, they have twin girls and a little boy." She said, "Well, are they Mexicans?" To which my dad busted up laughing. He said, "No, it's your grandson!" Glad to know she thinks of us often and was concerned.