Recommended Evacuation

And we're staying!

Lake Charles, Louisiana is hunkered down . . . waiting.

My husband just went out to mow the grass. In fact, his words to me were, "I think I'll mow the yard while I wait." He says the water flows better when the grass is shorter.

What am I doing?
I took a shower, washed my hair. I figure I'd better be pretty clean starting out because once we lose our air conditioning, things are gonna get a little rank.

I found a miniature portable TV but the batteries had corroded inside it. I did put fresh AAs in a small weather radio.

Seriously, I don't want to be here. Our mayor has strongly advised everyone to get out. Yesterday, all our neighbors had planned to stay. This morning, I spotted my friend across the street packing up her car. That unnerves me.

"Don't forget the hatchet," my daughter says. She also took a shower and washed her hair.
"What? Why?" My nerves are on edge.
"We might have to hack our way through the roof if water gets high." My smart daughter. She used to live in New Orleans.

I don't like being scared--especially at night when there's nothing but darkness. We're just two hours from Houston and what frightens me most is the thought of Ike turning and heading our way. Our curfew starts at 10:00 am -- that's one hour from now. I have one hour to throw things in the car and head out. I sort of enjoy visualizing my husband running behind trying to catch me.

Keep Lake Charles in your prayers. I've never been a good camper. I get mean when I get hot and hungry. We're in for a bumpy ride... and so is hubby. :-)