Sorry for the delay in this narrative but Harvey’s visit to Houston and the 9 trillion gallons of rain while not directly impacting us (we feel so lucky) did impact us mentally. It just didn’t feel right to be writing about something as exciting as our cruise and trip when so many were dealing with trying to clean up what was left of their houses.
Mike and I live on the fourth floor of a low rise condo that is located about three blocks from Buffalo Bayou.The picture below was taken on a bridge over the bayou on Sunday during a break in the storm…the real rains came overnight that night. As you can see, the bayou had topped the bridge – also below all that water is a four lane highway with a 15 foot clearance so needless to say LOTS of water!
While we were worried about not being able to get out for awhile, loosing power, getting hot without AC, etc. we were’t really worried about flooding of our actual unit. It turns out we didn’t need to worry – we only lost internet for an hour or so! Neither of us were able to get to work for almost a week so cabin fever was the worst we suffered!
Others were not nearly as lucky. In addition to those south of us on the coast who took the brunt of the hurricane, areas near Houston got almost 50” of rain in three or four days. It POURED like a really bad storm but rather than ending after 15 or 20 minutes, it went on for hours and hours and hours. Then the reservoirs west of us reached their capacity and water had to be released, so folks downstream from them who hadn’t flooded during the initial event suddenly had to be evacuated also.
There are thousands of folks in Texas who had four to six feet of water in their houses – so not only did they lose personal items, they are now dealing with removing mold infested drywall, drying out and rebuilding their houses. I spent some time at my cousin’s in Beaumont (northeast of Houston 2 hours) helping her clean our her house where she had six feet of water. While it was tough, we did find some old water soaked pictures of the family at our grandparents cottage in Kitty Hawk on the Outer Banks of North Carolina. In addition to the puberty picture of me (apparently I was trying to look like Mickey Rooney in “Breakfast at Tiffany’s “?)
we also found a picture of my mother – not sure what was going on with her hair – maybe the girl cousins were playing “Beauty Parlor” – with the laugh I had forgotten she had. The last years of her life she rarely laughed….but being reminded of her laugh by that water soaked and damaged picture, made the time spent fighting Harvey’s impacts worthwhile.