Rita's winds are now up to 175mph SUSTAINED, according to whatever TV news is on in the other room. This may decrease due to water temps but not much. Galveston-Freeport shoreline is now guessed at the center of the target cone. Think I should leave?
So I've been giving these preparation speeches for almost three years at work. Now to try out my own preparations; lucky I threw together a storm kit about six months ago and finally followed my own advice. What's in it? The ready.gov stuff, mostly, adapted to me. It's containerized in plastic boxes with handles and I have moving boxes left over from that project. Overnight I'll separate out the most valuable things, throw out some things, pack and book it early in the morn.
There may be time to return for another hauling run, but I'll assume not. I'll try out my non-major-freeway theory about how to get upstate and we'll see how much crap it gets me around. Didn't really think I'd be testing the theory anytime soon.
Keep a stiff upper whatever.
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Update: now hunkering at Uber's. His place was along my escape route. A bunch of people got out into the middle of the street and stopped. So here I am.
Hold your nose.
I can't believe that, of all your well-laid plans to outlast thermonuclear war and such, that Uber's house was your shelter of last resort. I demand the coordinates to your bunker now!
OK, but don't tell anyone:
Econo Lodge
121 S. Lake Powell
Prescott, Arizona
(use broom closet elevator on West end of building 1. You know - like in Andromeda Strain.)
Before proceeding down hall to closet, perform code response exchange as follows.
Code challenge from desk clerk: "The frewmets have hit the windmill."
Your code response: "Lordy mama, light my fuse."
Second code challenge from desk clerk: "I am not a crook."
Your second code response: "Ain't fakin', whole lotta shakin' goin' on."