It is raining here. Harvey is not yet done. But maybe the rain will ease soon. I have those pictures of the freeways under water. I have the pictures from two blocks away where White Oak Bayou breached its banks. It did not flood our street. It did not come to close to our house. But, as I type this, it is the first time in days where the skies are lightening a bit. Safe, dry, with water and power. I am beyond grateful and thankful.
I am tired. Tired from four days of what to expect next. If there is an emergency, can they get to us or we get out? My house is on high ground but that does not mean it is accessible. The street is poorly engineered and floods. It floods when rain just spits at it! But it has flowed the whole time. There is not much more that I can ask.
I have baked bread, made yarn, sewn. I have done everything I can think of not to check the weather every hour. Not check continually check on friends. On the whole, the people I know are lucky. People I know are out rescuing others and taking of others. I have opened our doors to friends just in case. So far, I have not been taken up on that. It is community. It is what we saw after Ike.
I know the chain saw is coming out today or tomorrow because there is some neighborhood cleanup that needs to be done. Nothing major. Nothing blocking. It will be low priority but if we do it someone else does not have to. Once the rain eases more, the cleanup will start. It is what we do.