Prepoceros

So this hurricane thing, it’s the talk of the town. I vaguely remember hearing something about China in my class this morning, but after that it’s been Rita, Rita, Rita. Will it hit us? When? Are you leaving? What will they do with the evacuees? Will we ever see Galveston again?

And so on and so forth. Not to rub salt in New Orleans’ wounds, but I have to admit that I’m pretty excited. I love a good storm, especially one with major flood potential. Oh, the drama! (The concomitant tornadoes, on the other hand, I’m less-than-thrilled about, but let’s pretend they don’t exist and keep our fingers crossed.)

Barring any dramatic change in the forecast, I’m going to stick around and ride the storm out. Though I am on the south side of Houston, I’m not particularly close to the coast. If the predictions looked dire, I could always head up to my parents’ house, which is about twice as far inland. My apartment complex is new and sturdily built, and I live on the third floor, so I’m not overly worried about either the wind or the inevitable flooding.

There’s a good chance we’ll lose power, but hopefully not for too long, especially since the hurricane is supposed to make landfall during the night. That’s the one thing I don’t like about this hurricane—that I won’t be getting much sleep Friday night. It’s much more fun when the power goes out during the day; at night it’s just spooky.

Whether it smacks into Houston directly or hits somewhere else along the coast, this will surely be the biggest hurricane I’ve ever experienced. The last big’un to blow through here was Alicia in 1983, before I was born. Wooo-eee!

Tags: Hurricane Rita

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