In DC we had snow and in Hamilton we DEFINITELY had snow and we also had an earthquake my sophomore year–but since we have been here, we have had deadly floods, a tornado, and now, A HURRICANE.
The threat to Corpus Christi is much more significant than here. The latest is that the sheer amount of rain that will accumulate (and flooding) as the storm JUST SITS AND DOESN’T GO ANYWHERE is the greatest risk, rather than wind or tornadoes.
As reported (via six degrees on Facebook), “the people of Corpus have a sense of humor…”
Selena is READY.
Local schools are reiterating their closure policies and procedures through social media.
I am still a disaster rookie and I would say that we are NOT prepared and have NO PLAN.
Please don’t tell Papa John we aren’t ready. He was bent about eclipse viewing precautions–this will send him over the edge.
Nevertheless, price gouging (gas prices alone went up 4% overnight) and stockpiling has begun.
Yesterday Little Miss and I went to Target for nothing important and did not get gas afterwards because the station was so busy. Then when we went to the grocery store (with no list or thought about “non-perishable foods”) there were no carts at the front because it was so busy.
It was so busy we had to get out of there ASAP after getting the basics like produce and meat but before we could get any dairy, like milk or eggs (OR ICE CREAM).
But the only dairy that we really need and won’t spoil in the event of a power outage, is the baby milk which comes forth from my boobs, as the La Leche Leaguers posted, not missing a beat to use this natural disaster as a soapbox…
After the grocery, our final stop was the liquor store. In this case, you could say we pass the preparedness test–we prepare for a storm like our Colgate family friends who lived on the North Carolina coast and for whatever reason NEVER lost power so when a storm was coming and everyone else was buying water and toilet paper, they were at the store getting chips and beer for the party.
Apparently that’s how a lot of people here prepare too–for as busy as the gas station and the grocery store was, the liquor store was JAM. PACKED.
I was there to buy a new bourbon called Bastille for T and when we went to pay, all the people in the very long line let me go ahead of them, “because you have the baby”. It made me feel as ridiculous as Pamela Purse. Ironically, I ended up at the cash register with the French store manager (named PATRICK) and he was saying in his Grandpere way, “I bet your husband has never had a French whiskey before!” And probably for good reason–just because you can make wine does not mean you can make whiskey. It’s too bad–I was hoping this Bastille could become our new house whiskey since Little Miss was born on Bastille Day. But since we are not storm prepared, it might be the only thing left in the house that is not spoiled. Maybe we could use it for gas!
UPDATE FRIDAY 18:00: My husband keeps telling me it’s not a big deal but Little Miss and I just got home from getting gas and milk and eggs and a single box of macaroni and cheese (see above: still a rookie). At the homestead, the pool is empty, the outdoor furniture turned over and both cars under the carport. Stay tuned…