The Ire of Ike

So first thing Thursday morning, Mer and I were at the grocery store, jockeying for a grocery cart and trying to procure extra bottled water, diapers, etc. for our hurricane preparedness when Eric called from San Antonio and told us to just load up the car and get out of dodge, or Houston, as it were. Three hours later, Mer, Jessie, Eric and I were all settled in at Eric's home-away-from-home-- a one-bedroom apartment where he stays while working in S.A.

In spite of the nervous anticipation leading up to Ike's landfall, drinking my wine out of a coffee cup, and hoofing it up and down three flights of stairs so Jessie can go to the bathroom, we've had a great time and have succeeded in turning our evacu-ation into a vac-ation. We've seen family and friends and have been eating at all of our old faves from our college days.

As of right now, the power is still out at our house and we're planning to stay put until it's back on-- no a/c with a 9-month-old is not something I'm eager to get home to. Our neighbors and friends have checked on our house and Ike took his toll on our backyard, but it definitely could have been worse. To follow is a photo our friend Todd took where you can see that our back fence has been torn down, as well as a big tree. The fence in the picture is actually our neighbor's on the other side of the alley.