Such a whiner…I hate Ike!
The northern edge of what used to be Ike ran into my neighborhood this morning. The wind force was about a third of what hit houston, but it knocked out power to my side of town. So, for about six hours now, my home has been powerless…whcih means no phone, no internet, no lights, no refrigerator, etc.
Thankfully, it’s cool enough outside that I am not missing the air conditioning and not cold enough that I am missing the heater, but I am still whining about it—a lot. See, I write for a living and most of my work is done on line. When I don’t have power and internet I am losing money, sometimes large amounts. Today, I had just a couple little assignments to do, so I am sitting here in Burger King, trying to work amongst all the other people who sought out a cold drink or a hot meal. Now that I know the people I know in Texas are safe from Ike, I am really pissed about this stupid storm.
I live in tornado country, not hurricane territory. The nearest ocean is 500 miles from me and yet I have no power because of this stupid storm. Worse yet, some of my trees were seriously damaged in the wind storm. The dogwood tree in my front yard lost two small branches, one of them containing the nest that my cardinals lived in. The locust tree by the driveway rained down branches, most of them about an inch or two in diameter, on my car. The big tree in the backyard, I’m not even sure what kind it is, left a branch about 8 inches in diameter on my back porch.
By the Catholic church downtown, a tree closer to a foot in diameter broke off two feet above ground leaving a jagged stump. Downtown, one of the trees the city planted to beautify the downtown also broke off at ground level. Two blocks away, a telephone pole was broke in half.
As I drove to the gas station, there were live wires down several place in town and the firefighters were all over town trying to cut power to the broken lines…Since many of the linemen were deployed south to clean up after Gustav and now Ike, there seems to be a very good chance, I’ll be spending my Sunday night by candlelight and not for happy reasons.
I hate you Ike.


