It is just now noon here and I’m already exhausted. Got a call from my friend coming up from Houston that he won’t make it due to hurricane Rita (that bitch). I’m all bummed about that, then I start getting calls from the siblings and cousins. They are trying to get out of the city and may be crashing w/yours truly.
I don’t mind, of course, but you are speaking of peple who have never 1) been farther than 100 miles from home, 2) never ridden an airplane. I get into planning mode, thinking ok, I’ll need to rent a car, pickup an extra air mattress, blah blah blah. Another call, oh they closed the airports in Houston (there are two). Ok, now what? Well, I’m sorta in limbo at the moment.
Options are 1) go home and hope it doesn’t hit 2) drive to Dallas and try to fly out from there 3) find a shelter and pray.
I’m almost hoping they do come. I don’t envy their situation and I welcome them w/open arms naturally. However, I’d just get some twisted joy out of trying to explain Folsom to them! I know ‘bad Moby’ but I can’t help it. Their reality is so much different from mine it’s like night and day. Could you see me trying to explain chaps or butt plugs?
Here I sit till I find out what they plan to do.