Random storm notes
Thursday, in a series of on-going negotiations about my weekend plans, whether or not – at the behest of my mother (Scorpio) – I should head to Dallas, and not to the coast, what eventually emerged was that Dallas was just as choked as Houston.
Overheard:
It came out of my mouth, I was doing the joke, “Hurricanes are like women:”
“Careful with that next line,” I was admonished.
To which I replied, “Can’t argue with either of ’em.”
Overheard (from me – again):
Phone rang, the reading line. Not expecting any calls, I answered with a humorous, “End of the world, this is Kramer.”
Dull silence. Humor: it’s lost on some.
Expectations:
Doesn’t much matter, where I wind up, coastal or western, I’m pretty sure that ‘net communications will be bad until Monday afternoon, at the earliest. In true Austin fashion, living in denial, ACL Fest is slated to continue. Which means, I’m leaving. Destination is uncertain (but not Uncertain, TX – which would be in the projected path of the hurricane).
More expectations?
From, literally, the front line in Houston. In another report, while searching for something completely different, I’ll admit, all I did was look at the pictures, but there is a good shot of what Houston looked like in June of ’01.
Less expectations:
My sister, Gemini, for years and years, lived less than one linear mile from point where three major fault lines coincided. To me, that’s like living on the edge, more ways than one.
Capricorn Expectations:
As long as ACL Fest is happening in Austin, that means REK will be playing Saturday night at Floores Country Store. As of now, I’ve still got a valid ticket.
