Safe and Sound on Monday; At IAH to Jackson, MS
We were very fortunate. My parents lost the entire fence between one of their neighbors and a piece of another with the other (which is a rental property that has nobody living in it currently).
I slept through most of the storm, and after about 9 a.m., I didn't have cell service through T-Mobile. My place went through Hurricane Ike unscathed and, of course, I'm very thankful.
I'm at Intercontinental Airport right now (at 11 a.m.) and have been here since a little after 9 a.m. (for a 12:30 p.m. flight to Jackson, Mississippi). Our house, just west of Interstate 45 at FM 2920, still didn't have power when I left this morning, but there was power about 2 miles down FM 2920. It will be there soon. Maybe.
Saturday morning, at about 10 a.m., I went out for a 3-mile run in my parent's subdivision, Birnam Woods. I stopped up at my aunt and uncle's house and then finished my 2.5-mile loop. (The jaunt to their place added the distance.) I didn't time the run because I stopped a number of times -- probably 8 to 10 -- to clear out storm drains of debris.
I'm putting it down as "community organizing" experience. (I have ant bites to show for it, but it stemmed the amount of localized street flooding in their neighborhood too.)
Sunday, at about 10:45 a.m., I went out for a 6.53-mile run into Old Town Spring. (Yes, that's right ... all the way across Interstate 45.) Old Town Spring took on a little bit of water and some damage from wind and trees, but as I went down Hardy and came back across Louetta (to where the Gunny Shack used to be) I really didn't see anything too horrific.
Ever since my parents moved us to Houston in November 1976, I've always been a "northsider" -- and Allen, Alicia, Allison and Ike have made a convincing argument to stay that way.
I slept through most of the storm, and after about 9 a.m., I didn't have cell service through T-Mobile. My place went through Hurricane Ike unscathed and, of course, I'm very thankful.
I'm at Intercontinental Airport right now (at 11 a.m.) and have been here since a little after 9 a.m. (for a 12:30 p.m. flight to Jackson, Mississippi). Our house, just west of Interstate 45 at FM 2920, still didn't have power when I left this morning, but there was power about 2 miles down FM 2920. It will be there soon. Maybe.
Saturday morning, at about 10 a.m., I went out for a 3-mile run in my parent's subdivision, Birnam Woods. I stopped up at my aunt and uncle's house and then finished my 2.5-mile loop. (The jaunt to their place added the distance.) I didn't time the run because I stopped a number of times -- probably 8 to 10 -- to clear out storm drains of debris.
I'm putting it down as "community organizing" experience. (I have ant bites to show for it, but it stemmed the amount of localized street flooding in their neighborhood too.)
Sunday, at about 10:45 a.m., I went out for a 6.53-mile run into Old Town Spring. (Yes, that's right ... all the way across Interstate 45.) Old Town Spring took on a little bit of water and some damage from wind and trees, but as I went down Hardy and came back across Louetta (to where the Gunny Shack used to be) I really didn't see anything too horrific.
Ever since my parents moved us to Houston in November 1976, I've always been a "northsider" -- and Allen, Alicia, Allison and Ike have made a convincing argument to stay that way.
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