My how I despise those words this morning.
As I sit in a hotel room on the beach in Biloxi, Mississippi looking out the window at choppy water and very windy conditions, my thoughts are of home. No, I'm not on a grand, glorious vacation. I am here and not home because Hurricane Ike could not be like his predecessors and stand me up for a date elsewhere. No, he is headed straight for my house. Mine and my friends and family.
Amanda and I chose to go against the grain and travel east playing chicken with Ike. I felt he was still far enough south in the Gulf that we may get weather from some of the outer bands so I wasn't that concerned with going east. The smart part of this is most people were going west or north so we avoided a vast majority of the traffic. However, what would normally be a 7-hour drive was an 11-hour drive. It took 2 hours to get across Baton Rouge, Lousiana. Interesting.
Did I mention Jackie stayed home? Yes, he did. He and Sophie (the dog).
Please pray for all those who did not evacuate. Give thanks that so far the storm has not intensified like predicted. And for those of you home reading this, please be careful.
Betty
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