Earlier this week my plans of starting off my blog were swept away by the height of a rogue wave. The news graced us with coverage that although Harvey had passed [us], he had a much stronger sister behind him, and she was swinging right. Now, living in hurricane territory - what I imagine living in monsoon or earthquake regions is like - comes with an amount of acquired aloofness; if you blistered at the mention of every strong summer wind, you would never leave the house. But sometimes witnessing the damage of a recent near-miss, makes those built up calluses seem not-quite-enough.
The jokes about Irma disappeared about the same time the lines for gas did. Traffic slowed to see the bag covered pumps, and people drove on to find the nearest untapped station. The produce section of the grocery stories was abundant, but if a shelf held anything inside a can, it was long gone. All of which was pretty easy to ignore until the footage of people returning home from Harvey started surfacing on YouTube; I could ignore the news, but I could not ignore the cries of Google’s recommendation algorithm.
There’s not much more to say than when the water crested the height of overpasses, and Interstate Highway signs, roughly 30 feet off the ground, are submerged – I think we’re in trouble.
I’m not sure why I wrote this post; I was working on my introduction to SteemIt and felt I had to stop to recognize what was going on outside but, not sure what there is to say at this point. As long as there’s a place I can come to write when it’s all over, I think I’ll be fine. Everything else, I’ll take in stride.
