Things aren’t bad here…George lost power at home at around 7 last night, making me so glad I made the decision to come to my mom’s. The fact that he said a giant cockroach decided to ride out the storm inside reinforced my feeling. And the water that’s getting into the house, and the tree that came down in the yard…yeah. Glad we’re here.
The boys are playing games on the Wii while they still can. I know we’re going to lose power at some point, I just hope it’s later. Much later. It keeps flickering, which makes me nervous. I just hope it holds out until I can get some more movies downloaded onto my iPad. At least my mom and Larry have a generator. It’s for the fridge and fans and stuff, but better than nothing! It’s also nice that technology is so much better than it was during Katrina or even Gustav in ’08. The iPads may save our sanity. We’ll see.
Isaac was slated to hit the evening of the 28th, so we spent the day visiting friends who live near my mom. Remember little August? He and the boys share a birthday, and he is just the sweetest baby ever.
(Also, today was my sister’s fortieth birthday. My OLDER sister.)
I have evacuated to my mom’s house with the boys. I’m not really worried about anything bad happening (though as I was typing that sentence, Larry just informed me the forecast now has the storm making landfall as a Cat 2 instead of 1) but frankly, I’d rather be at my mom’s house than my own if we lose power. She has a generator, at least.
So we’ll see. Hopefully it will end up being a great big nothing, as has happened so many times before. George decided to stay behind, but he’s fully stocked with Chef Boyardee, so he’ll be fine.
Oh, and the funniest page for updates on the storm is Dramatic Hurricane Isaac Updates. Hilarious.
Sunday was my brother and niece’s last day in town, so we took the kids to LSU (both my brother and I graduated from there) to wander around campus a bit. I am not terribly nostalgic about college (at least not the academic part, ha ha) but it was neat to see some old familiar places.
So on a whim last month, I signed up to run the Jazz Half Marathon in October. Why? I don’t know. I did it once before and I was almost last, so you wouldn’t think I’d want to repeat that again, would you? (Well, I didn’t almost finish last, but at once point, the police car that follows the last runner was on my tail. Talk about incentive to move!) This time, I’d love to get a personal best. I should probably start training. Hmm.
Like last time, the marathon is a fundraiser for Children’s Hospital here in New Orleans. I’ve spent many hours in the Emergency Room there so far (fractured skull, a cut, and too many asthma episodes to count) and we’ve always received wonderful care. So this is my way of giving back a bit.