Hurricane Ike – Perspective from NW Houston (2-month anniversary edition)
We made it through Ike OK. Especially compared to so many others who have suffered and lost so much.
At 11:36 pm on Friday, Sept. 12 our power went out. Ike still hadn’t made landfall. But the amount of water pouring into Galveston via storm surge was already quite frigtening, even from afar. Mandatory evacution orders had been issued long before. That night the wind blew. It blew hard. We lost a small tree in the backyard and four branches from some of the bigger trees. No water damage.
By Saturday afternoon my son and I had gotten stir crazy enough that we went outside and tried to pick up some of the smaller debris, even though the rain was still pretty constant. Little did we know 13 more days without electricity lay ahead. Still we were better off than most. We were even able to get gasoline within the first 5 days or so.
Life without electricity goes something like this. You go to bed when it gets dark out. You wake up when it gets light. You don’t sleep much (or well) because its always hot. It works out OK until you have to deal with the rest of the world that has power. They’re all running on schedule, while you’re still sleeping, eating, and muddling through; in about that order.