We Don't Like Ike

But we do want pictures.

They told us to hunker (and hunker and hunker). And we hunkered with the best of them. Look, here are my kids a hunkerin':Even though Hurricane Ike caused the windows to whine louder than any dog, you may notice that they’re sound asleep.

Here’s my guy a hunkerin’ by candlelight: He's awake. It’s not as easy to sleep through a hurricane after a certain age I suppose.

We hunkered and we hunkered and we hunkered. My boy wanted to hunker in the closet. Sleeping in the closet seemed like a fairly safe bet, since the closet had no windows and no outside wall.

I was glad he hunkered on the floor right next to me instead though, because what the closet DID have (unbeknownst to us) was attic access. Somehow or other there was enough of a change in pressure that the closet door popped off in the night. Here's my gal surveying from Razor's patio:The courtyard outside our apartment:

At the end of my block:
Of course there are trees down and bayous up:

That's the path we walk on near Razor's.

Anyone for a picnic? I hear the water keeps the ants away:
A gas station near where we're supposed to be buying a house in two weeks:The house is still there. We checked.

A couple more pictures from around my neighborhood:
This was my favorite sign:‘Cause we don’t want grouchy people drivin’ through these floods. Never mind all the debris; driving grouchy is the real danger ‘round here.