Driving time is thinking time for me, and my thoughts often veer into fantasies. I conjure up book ideas, plan menus for make believe dinner parties, and occasionally get lost in the imagined lives of pedestrians (like the drifters I'm sure hang out behind the local Burger King). But a few of my fantasies could become real. Here are two I'm seriously contemplating initiating before year's end....
Lost Episodes blog: Fans--who I also happen to know or at least interact with--contribute episode ideas for beloved shows. Think Gilmore Girls has seen better days? Restore the glory! Wonder what would happen in a season 3 of Arrested Development? Make it happen. Or how about the storylines for the dead on Lost's Oceanic flight? And a personal fave: what topics would you love to see Nova, Frontline, or even classic 60 Minutes explore? In another time, when people cared I could have done such a thing on Orkut. But gathering strangers is not my forte and this blog thing is more de rigeur. Gotta keep up with the Joneses.
Voices of My Family project: I have a digital recorder, and entirely separate from that, I dabble in family history. And when I travel home I tend to see much of the family in the area, during which visits I often hear the same stories I've heard a half to full dozen or more times before. I've got this dream of putting all of these together in an audio family history project. The idea is to create a basic set of questions about a person's family and growing up experiences. Give the questions ahead of time, go to them turn on the recorder and let the conversation unfold. When the hour's up, recorder goes off and we both have a nice memento. Pretty neat, huh?
This is yet another amusing but ultimately pointless attempt to make sense of the world, a place to share curiosities and outrages. That and the occasional movie review.
November 30, 2005
November 25, 2005
Movies
The power is up and the computer is back connected to the Internet at home, and yet still I haven't updated my movie reviews. Shame on me. My three most recent film-going ventures have all been book adaptations. Here's a preview: The latest adaptation of Pride and Prejudice is a very romantic and an approachably minimized version of the full story, starring Keira Knightley (though not near as satisfying as the 1995 BBC miniseries). Capote, starring the fabulous Philip Seymour Hoffman in title role, is a mesmerizing exploration of the author's absorption in the subject matter of his final book, In Cold Blood; well told, well acted, highly recommended. Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire is too fast paced and overly minimized for my tastes, though Harry remains very sympathetic, which I'm quite glad of.
Before all that I saw The 40-Year Old Virgin, but it's not even in the theaters anymore. My better-late-than-never review comes down to this: a genuinely funny, utterly silly, adult-humor film. Some really good lines, some over the top stuff, and a sweet story at center of it all. Stars Steve Carell, Paul Rudd, and Catherine Keener.
Oh and after that but before the others David and I saw David Cronenberg's A History of Violence. It stars Viggo Mortensen as a small town family man who's drawn the unwanted attention of some bad guys (led by a creepy Ed Harris). You can catch this satisfyingly tense, thoughtful drama about past and present lives on DVD. We went in seeking something really moving and thought-provoking; it was good but not as deep as we'd expected. Still, a much better movie overall than most others coming out lately.
Before all that I saw The 40-Year Old Virgin, but it's not even in the theaters anymore. My better-late-than-never review comes down to this: a genuinely funny, utterly silly, adult-humor film. Some really good lines, some over the top stuff, and a sweet story at center of it all. Stars Steve Carell, Paul Rudd, and Catherine Keener.
Oh and after that but before the others David and I saw David Cronenberg's A History of Violence. It stars Viggo Mortensen as a small town family man who's drawn the unwanted attention of some bad guys (led by a creepy Ed Harris). You can catch this satisfyingly tense, thoughtful drama about past and present lives on DVD. We went in seeking something really moving and thought-provoking; it was good but not as deep as we'd expected. Still, a much better movie overall than most others coming out lately.
November 14, 2005
Watch and Save
When the soda cap says "not a winner this time" or "sorry, try again" it's saying I'm a loser. When the networks cancel creative shows that I really enjoy while leaving insipid rehashed mindless trash on the air, they too are telling me I'm some kind of loser.
Do you have a television? PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE watch Arrested Development when it returns from hiatus on Monday, December 5 at 8 (7 Central) on Fox. This multi-Emmy-winning show is 30 minutes long and you are guaranteed to laugh, possibly uproariously, while watching it. It is creative and subversive and brilliantly narrated by Ron Howard. Yes, Ron Howard.
The show is about a relatively level-headed son, Michael, who is trying to keep his family and family business together. Michael has had his mishaps. For example, last season he fell for his brother's Hispanic girlfriend; the brothers overheard her admitting she was in love with "hermano", sending the brothers on a search for this "Hermano"--which means brother in Spanish. By the time Michael figured out it was him, it was too late. Michael tries hard to do the right thing, help the family out, but often ends up erring along the way and having to clean up not only his own mild messes but his family's as well. Michael's son, George Michael, is a confused teenager who got over his crush on his first cousin to fall for an extremely prim, good Christian girl, Ann, who Michael doesn't particularly care for. Michael's mother is a self absorbed alcoholic who apparently had an affair long ago with her husband's identical twin brother, resulting in youngest son Buster; in the first season she adopted another son, Annyong, who is Korean and whose name means hello in Korean. Michael's father is recently out of jail for various illegal business schemes; he has at various times hidden out from the law, his family, and responsibility of any kind. Michael's sister Lindsay is an attention-seeking rich girl with moments of clarity whose husband Tobias is a deeply-in-denial gay man who dreams of being an actor and who never ever goes nude. Their teenaged daughter Maebe despises her clueless parents and has inadvertently been hired on as a movie studio executive. Michael's brothers, Gob and Buster, are oblivous and infantile in their own ways; one is a very bad magician with a newly discovered macho son, the other is an Army-avoiding momma's boy amputee who last year ended a relationship with his mother's nemesis, played by Liza Minnelli. Yes, Liza Minnelli. All that and I've barely started to mention the guest stars: Henry Winkler as the dad's disturbingly inept lawyer, Scott Baio as the vaguely inept replacement lawyer, Julia Louis-Dreyfuss as a fake-blind lawyer who then fakes a pregnancy to gain sympathy in the court room, and most recently Charlize Theron as a child-like spy who wins Michael's heart while investigating his family. And did I mention much of the family lives together in their model home (they're supposed to be real estate developers) and that Michael has been stuck driving a stair-truck ever since returning home to rescue the business? Last week's special hour-long episode featured a fight between a jet pack driven teenager and an oblivious costumed mole (spy and animal), a scared straight speech delivered to the wrong group, and a manly triathlon involving tricycles. I mean, how can anyone NOT find this show funny?
Arrested Development is my number 1 Tivo Season Pass item, that is how much I adore the show. Because the fans and critics are very loyal and communicative, Fox is being nice about possible cancellation; in fact, they haven't outright cancelled the show. Yet. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE...December 5....Monday night football isn't anywhere near this entertaining. Did I say PLEASE already?
Do you have a television? PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE watch Arrested Development when it returns from hiatus on Monday, December 5 at 8 (7 Central) on Fox. This multi-Emmy-winning show is 30 minutes long and you are guaranteed to laugh, possibly uproariously, while watching it. It is creative and subversive and brilliantly narrated by Ron Howard. Yes, Ron Howard.
The show is about a relatively level-headed son, Michael, who is trying to keep his family and family business together. Michael has had his mishaps. For example, last season he fell for his brother's Hispanic girlfriend; the brothers overheard her admitting she was in love with "hermano", sending the brothers on a search for this "Hermano"--which means brother in Spanish. By the time Michael figured out it was him, it was too late. Michael tries hard to do the right thing, help the family out, but often ends up erring along the way and having to clean up not only his own mild messes but his family's as well. Michael's son, George Michael, is a confused teenager who got over his crush on his first cousin to fall for an extremely prim, good Christian girl, Ann, who Michael doesn't particularly care for. Michael's mother is a self absorbed alcoholic who apparently had an affair long ago with her husband's identical twin brother, resulting in youngest son Buster; in the first season she adopted another son, Annyong, who is Korean and whose name means hello in Korean. Michael's father is recently out of jail for various illegal business schemes; he has at various times hidden out from the law, his family, and responsibility of any kind. Michael's sister Lindsay is an attention-seeking rich girl with moments of clarity whose husband Tobias is a deeply-in-denial gay man who dreams of being an actor and who never ever goes nude. Their teenaged daughter Maebe despises her clueless parents and has inadvertently been hired on as a movie studio executive. Michael's brothers, Gob and Buster, are oblivous and infantile in their own ways; one is a very bad magician with a newly discovered macho son, the other is an Army-avoiding momma's boy amputee who last year ended a relationship with his mother's nemesis, played by Liza Minnelli. Yes, Liza Minnelli. All that and I've barely started to mention the guest stars: Henry Winkler as the dad's disturbingly inept lawyer, Scott Baio as the vaguely inept replacement lawyer, Julia Louis-Dreyfuss as a fake-blind lawyer who then fakes a pregnancy to gain sympathy in the court room, and most recently Charlize Theron as a child-like spy who wins Michael's heart while investigating his family. And did I mention much of the family lives together in their model home (they're supposed to be real estate developers) and that Michael has been stuck driving a stair-truck ever since returning home to rescue the business? Last week's special hour-long episode featured a fight between a jet pack driven teenager and an oblivious costumed mole (spy and animal), a scared straight speech delivered to the wrong group, and a manly triathlon involving tricycles. I mean, how can anyone NOT find this show funny?
Arrested Development is my number 1 Tivo Season Pass item, that is how much I adore the show. Because the fans and critics are very loyal and communicative, Fox is being nice about possible cancellation; in fact, they haven't outright cancelled the show. Yet. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE...December 5....Monday night football isn't anywhere near this entertaining. Did I say PLEASE already?
November 07, 2005
Future
My yahoo encourages me to make a time capsule email message. It's been arranged by Forbes, which strikes me as a little odd. I've not looked too deeply into why they are doing it or what I might want to tell myself 1, 3, 5, or 10 years into the future. And how likely is it that my email will remain the same after all that time? What a waste it would be to create some fabulously meaningful message to yourself and then have it lost in e-space. And how very odd to think of a time capsule as being totally intangible, just a message. What would I say? What would YOU say?
Fiction
I enjoy the fantasy of someday writing a novel. Recently I came across a collection of story starts from over the years, and one, though totally unfamiliar to me, looked pretty recent. It's like I go into a writers haze, scribbling pages of a story from my subconscious in order to free my head for other thoughts later. Reading these little haze-induced products, I was fairly impressed with myself. But a collection of single page beginnings to stories, with no notes or indication of the intended direction of the story does not do much for my fictional writing career. Well, unless I'd like to publish a collection of story starters for others to use as writing practice. Hmmm.
The point is, I'm not sure I'd have the stamina to get an entire novel out. Plus, I fear any novel length book of mine would turn into She's Come Undone, and that book nearly undid me as a reader. I don't wish to inflict such earnestness and drama on anyone else, but my novel length ideas do head in that direction. Your life is dramatic enough, and if it isn't, then by all means revel in Wally Lamb's writings. Or Anne Tyler's books are in a similar vein.
Years ago a friend loaned me a small stack of Tyler novels. As I read, groans erupted involuntarily. I'd set the book aside, refusing to go on, then crawl back (I was on a long vacation with limited reading options). Tyler's writing is very engaging, and I held out hope that at some point her contemporary storytelling would bring with it a protagonist who wasn't totally nuts. Go ahead, form your own opinion. I don't think I'm alone in this assessment.
Okay, what was my point? Whatever final point I intended to make, another is becoming more and more clear: I should stick to my day job.
The point is, I'm not sure I'd have the stamina to get an entire novel out. Plus, I fear any novel length book of mine would turn into She's Come Undone, and that book nearly undid me as a reader. I don't wish to inflict such earnestness and drama on anyone else, but my novel length ideas do head in that direction. Your life is dramatic enough, and if it isn't, then by all means revel in Wally Lamb's writings. Or Anne Tyler's books are in a similar vein.
Years ago a friend loaned me a small stack of Tyler novels. As I read, groans erupted involuntarily. I'd set the book aside, refusing to go on, then crawl back (I was on a long vacation with limited reading options). Tyler's writing is very engaging, and I held out hope that at some point her contemporary storytelling would bring with it a protagonist who wasn't totally nuts. Go ahead, form your own opinion. I don't think I'm alone in this assessment.
Okay, what was my point? Whatever final point I intended to make, another is becoming more and more clear: I should stick to my day job.
November 06, 2005
Final word on Rita?
What follows is a modified version of an email I sent to a friend who asked about my experience related to Rita. I covered a fair bit of what we saw and continue to go through, so I thought it would make a good summary for the blog. Hopefully this serves as a closing of this chapter. :)
The cleanup from Rita continues. Our house was spared any direct tree damage. Trees fell on all of the utility lines but they remained connected to the house, thus requiring replacement of weatherhead, service panel, and siding. More damage was done to the yard by removing the trees than from trees falling. Cutting, dropping, and dragging enormous tree branches and trunks from back yard to curb by hand and bobcat tractors has decimated about a fifth of the backyard, which was carefully landscaped before all this.
When I first came in to town, the sight from freeway was almost disappointing. Sure, some signs were down, lettering on businesses had blown off/out completely, and you saw a missing or damaged roof every once in a while, but the city looked mostly normal (if deserted). As soon as we turned off the main thoroughfare, into the neighborhoods, the sight of toppled trees, tarped roofs, and massive piles of accumulated stuff (mostly tree related) on the sides of the road was amazing. Plus we had to be very patient and creative to find a clear street to gain access to our house. At least one of the lanes had been cleared on all roads, but the thousands of utility trucks that had poured in from all over the country had priority on the streets. And oh the smell. Like ten times the most intense sunshine-baked forest smell you've ever experienced. Only as of a week ago did I stop noticing that smell, and that's when the majority of waiting roadside tree debris had finally been cleared. Various crews are still working daily around the city, clearing stuff, repairing utilities.
The majority of damage in Texas from Rita was related to fallen trees (storm surge and rain went along border and into Lake Charles area of Louisiana). Established neighborhoods around here tend to stand amidst glorious pines and oaks. The oaks lost limbs but the pines fell completely. Newer neighborhoods lack trees by design. Thus older neighborhoods were hit hardest by the storm while newer ones suffered only the inconvenience of several days of power outages and a city-wide boil-water alert once families were allowed to return.
Response to Rita by insurance companies, tree removal, roof repair and so on was pretty swift. Their presence was immediate once the city was opened, though getting anything actually done took a while. The sheer number of trees down made clearing them from roads a priority, and that's where city had to focus its energy initially. Electrical crews were the first utility people in town, each team traveling with its own cranes and tree-removal people for access to poles. They repaired the infrastructure in an orderly manner, but still it took several weeks before all the power poles were back standing and strung together. During much of this time the city was under an evacuation order and then a dusk-to-dawn curfew with very few opened businesses. Long lines awaited you at every open eatery, but the mood was positive.
The last utility task--getting the line from pole to house restrung--required interacting with our local electrical company, and that was a bottleneck. Line got restrung to pole, but we had to get electrician before restringing to house before power company would put us on list to come back and finish it all off. We only had power restored to our house last Friday (9 days ago). Once a house received power, the cable people would come through. Phone lines got restrung after electricity lines, but poorly or using damaged lines; the phone lines in our neighborhood will have to be redone completely according to the not-local SBC guys working behind the house this morning. The work crews have all been very friendly and informative.
Our house has been livable structurally from the start. A fair amount of tree debris had to be removed in order to get into the house/garage, but house itself is relatively unscathed (ripped roof shingles, dented roof vents, toppled antenna only). Many houses around here had big trees hit them, and in our neighborhood about every fourth house has some roof or building repair necessary as a result. You see only a few unlivable houses, though; most damage is roof/attic/localized. Our neighbor had a tree smack right down the middle of his house. He and his family can go in and out of the house quite safely, but it is not a livable situation and they are staying elsewhere. I've got pictures of some of our tree debris, film which I need to process still (it's a long to do list these days). I'll post a link on the blog by next weekend.
On the other side of us, the neighbors had comparable damage to our own (massive mess of a yard) but because they had a group of young chainsaw-wielding macho male relatives who defied the evacuation orders and common sense (they cleared all the fallen trees in yard and cut all the house's utility lines themselves), they got their other utility repair work done right away. They were able to be at the top of the list because they had everything cleared out already, first shot at the electrician, the hauling crews, and so on. I am totally not bitter about that--on the contrary it was an amusing Texas experience--but it's interesting to see how breaking the rules across the board was way more efficient. We did what we were told--leave town, don't come back until city is opened (though David officially snuck in to see house), survey utility damage but don't go cutting power/phone/cable lines tangled in fallen trees, submit insurance claim, contact various utilities to report extent of damage, check on FEMA aid, etc. David got a friend with a chainsaw to help him clear tree limbs once lines had all been severed. Calls to multiple electricians right away put us at bottom of a two-week long waiting list.
All of our fridge/freezer food was lost. When David snuck in, that was the one thing he took care of: emptying the stinky contents and placing them in double bags outside. David even pitched the bottle of white wine in there. The city's first order of business for citizens returning after evacuation order was lifted, was to set up drop off points just for food. Lots of people are pitching their refrigerators rather than cleaning them out, claiming it as a loss; I chose to wash our perfectly fine fridge rather than buy a new one (and get insurance to agree to pay for it). Insurance is a dicey financial business, and I'd rather not abuse it. We've listed the replacement cost of our food losses and will consider exactly what to claim once deductible is covered. Repairs take first priority with insurance.
The official response has been prety good. Local news stations posted sueful information daily to their websites (tv broadcasts were out for a while) and one local radio station became 24-hour hurricane response information. FEMA made their presence known right away. Alas, the implication was that everyone could get some emergency FEMA aid, just for displacement if nothing else. However, like many others, we are not eligible for FEMA because we have insurance. David submitted an emergency aid claim and was rejected. Fair enough, I suppose. Luckily, we have savings, and more luckily we had a place to stay in Houston (though not convenient for David when his work began again, albeit part-time). Lots of people stayed with friends, family, at hotels if they could find a room, or just came home and camped out. We keep getting told to keep receipts for tax purposes, that we can write those expenses off. But honestly, with all the other stuff we were hauling around and keeping track of, gas and meal receipts were not our highest priority.
As of now, we have massive static on phone lines, a damaged cyclone fence, and a minimally filled but sparkling clean refrigerator. We need to relandscape a large section of our backyard, need one-third of back of house re-sided because of utility damages, and will have our first face-to-face meeting with an insurance adjuster only this week.
An amusing sign of the hurricane: we waited over an hour for a table at IHOP last weekend, where they are still operating from a very limited menu as well as experiencing massive demand and ongoing problems with staffing. Most of the restaurants in town have "now hiring" signs posted. Another amusing sign: an SUV that was absolutely smashed from a fallen Jack in the Box sign still sits in the restaurant's parking lot. I think it should remain there as a remembrance.
All in all, it's been a learning experience. We were very lucky. The inconvenience to us is superficial and temporary. It continues to eat up our free time this fall, and has thrown my school-work schedule for a loop that I'm working very hard to overcome, but those are inconsequential when compared to losses to life that other disasters bring about. Because the area evacuated and storm changed strength and course slightly, significant losses were limited to tangibles. We had warning, David and I remind ourselves, and that is not always possible. On the flipside, the warning created anxiety where none might have been necessary.
The biggest lesson from all of this is more global, I hope. This hurricane season has underscored the need for preparedness to be a community mindset not just a household one. Work to ensure your own neighborhood and community have thought through how to deal with long term utility outages, evacuations, communications, staffing, and even mental health needs. Anxiety and disruption bring out the best and worst of people.
The cleanup from Rita continues. Our house was spared any direct tree damage. Trees fell on all of the utility lines but they remained connected to the house, thus requiring replacement of weatherhead, service panel, and siding. More damage was done to the yard by removing the trees than from trees falling. Cutting, dropping, and dragging enormous tree branches and trunks from back yard to curb by hand and bobcat tractors has decimated about a fifth of the backyard, which was carefully landscaped before all this.
When I first came in to town, the sight from freeway was almost disappointing. Sure, some signs were down, lettering on businesses had blown off/out completely, and you saw a missing or damaged roof every once in a while, but the city looked mostly normal (if deserted). As soon as we turned off the main thoroughfare, into the neighborhoods, the sight of toppled trees, tarped roofs, and massive piles of accumulated stuff (mostly tree related) on the sides of the road was amazing. Plus we had to be very patient and creative to find a clear street to gain access to our house. At least one of the lanes had been cleared on all roads, but the thousands of utility trucks that had poured in from all over the country had priority on the streets. And oh the smell. Like ten times the most intense sunshine-baked forest smell you've ever experienced. Only as of a week ago did I stop noticing that smell, and that's when the majority of waiting roadside tree debris had finally been cleared. Various crews are still working daily around the city, clearing stuff, repairing utilities.
The majority of damage in Texas from Rita was related to fallen trees (storm surge and rain went along border and into Lake Charles area of Louisiana). Established neighborhoods around here tend to stand amidst glorious pines and oaks. The oaks lost limbs but the pines fell completely. Newer neighborhoods lack trees by design. Thus older neighborhoods were hit hardest by the storm while newer ones suffered only the inconvenience of several days of power outages and a city-wide boil-water alert once families were allowed to return.
Response to Rita by insurance companies, tree removal, roof repair and so on was pretty swift. Their presence was immediate once the city was opened, though getting anything actually done took a while. The sheer number of trees down made clearing them from roads a priority, and that's where city had to focus its energy initially. Electrical crews were the first utility people in town, each team traveling with its own cranes and tree-removal people for access to poles. They repaired the infrastructure in an orderly manner, but still it took several weeks before all the power poles were back standing and strung together. During much of this time the city was under an evacuation order and then a dusk-to-dawn curfew with very few opened businesses. Long lines awaited you at every open eatery, but the mood was positive.
The last utility task--getting the line from pole to house restrung--required interacting with our local electrical company, and that was a bottleneck. Line got restrung to pole, but we had to get electrician before restringing to house before power company would put us on list to come back and finish it all off. We only had power restored to our house last Friday (9 days ago). Once a house received power, the cable people would come through. Phone lines got restrung after electricity lines, but poorly or using damaged lines; the phone lines in our neighborhood will have to be redone completely according to the not-local SBC guys working behind the house this morning. The work crews have all been very friendly and informative.
Our house has been livable structurally from the start. A fair amount of tree debris had to be removed in order to get into the house/garage, but house itself is relatively unscathed (ripped roof shingles, dented roof vents, toppled antenna only). Many houses around here had big trees hit them, and in our neighborhood about every fourth house has some roof or building repair necessary as a result. You see only a few unlivable houses, though; most damage is roof/attic/localized. Our neighbor had a tree smack right down the middle of his house. He and his family can go in and out of the house quite safely, but it is not a livable situation and they are staying elsewhere. I've got pictures of some of our tree debris, film which I need to process still (it's a long to do list these days). I'll post a link on the blog by next weekend.
On the other side of us, the neighbors had comparable damage to our own (massive mess of a yard) but because they had a group of young chainsaw-wielding macho male relatives who defied the evacuation orders and common sense (they cleared all the fallen trees in yard and cut all the house's utility lines themselves), they got their other utility repair work done right away. They were able to be at the top of the list because they had everything cleared out already, first shot at the electrician, the hauling crews, and so on. I am totally not bitter about that--on the contrary it was an amusing Texas experience--but it's interesting to see how breaking the rules across the board was way more efficient. We did what we were told--leave town, don't come back until city is opened (though David officially snuck in to see house), survey utility damage but don't go cutting power/phone/cable lines tangled in fallen trees, submit insurance claim, contact various utilities to report extent of damage, check on FEMA aid, etc. David got a friend with a chainsaw to help him clear tree limbs once lines had all been severed. Calls to multiple electricians right away put us at bottom of a two-week long waiting list.
All of our fridge/freezer food was lost. When David snuck in, that was the one thing he took care of: emptying the stinky contents and placing them in double bags outside. David even pitched the bottle of white wine in there. The city's first order of business for citizens returning after evacuation order was lifted, was to set up drop off points just for food. Lots of people are pitching their refrigerators rather than cleaning them out, claiming it as a loss; I chose to wash our perfectly fine fridge rather than buy a new one (and get insurance to agree to pay for it). Insurance is a dicey financial business, and I'd rather not abuse it. We've listed the replacement cost of our food losses and will consider exactly what to claim once deductible is covered. Repairs take first priority with insurance.
The official response has been prety good. Local news stations posted sueful information daily to their websites (tv broadcasts were out for a while) and one local radio station became 24-hour hurricane response information. FEMA made their presence known right away. Alas, the implication was that everyone could get some emergency FEMA aid, just for displacement if nothing else. However, like many others, we are not eligible for FEMA because we have insurance. David submitted an emergency aid claim and was rejected. Fair enough, I suppose. Luckily, we have savings, and more luckily we had a place to stay in Houston (though not convenient for David when his work began again, albeit part-time). Lots of people stayed with friends, family, at hotels if they could find a room, or just came home and camped out. We keep getting told to keep receipts for tax purposes, that we can write those expenses off. But honestly, with all the other stuff we were hauling around and keeping track of, gas and meal receipts were not our highest priority.
As of now, we have massive static on phone lines, a damaged cyclone fence, and a minimally filled but sparkling clean refrigerator. We need to relandscape a large section of our backyard, need one-third of back of house re-sided because of utility damages, and will have our first face-to-face meeting with an insurance adjuster only this week.
An amusing sign of the hurricane: we waited over an hour for a table at IHOP last weekend, where they are still operating from a very limited menu as well as experiencing massive demand and ongoing problems with staffing. Most of the restaurants in town have "now hiring" signs posted. Another amusing sign: an SUV that was absolutely smashed from a fallen Jack in the Box sign still sits in the restaurant's parking lot. I think it should remain there as a remembrance.
All in all, it's been a learning experience. We were very lucky. The inconvenience to us is superficial and temporary. It continues to eat up our free time this fall, and has thrown my school-work schedule for a loop that I'm working very hard to overcome, but those are inconsequential when compared to losses to life that other disasters bring about. Because the area evacuated and storm changed strength and course slightly, significant losses were limited to tangibles. We had warning, David and I remind ourselves, and that is not always possible. On the flipside, the warning created anxiety where none might have been necessary.
The biggest lesson from all of this is more global, I hope. This hurricane season has underscored the need for preparedness to be a community mindset not just a household one. Work to ensure your own neighborhood and community have thought through how to deal with long term utility outages, evacuations, communications, staffing, and even mental health needs. Anxiety and disruption bring out the best and worst of people.
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