I ended up giving in and buying some water and batteries. I even cleared a small area in my closet for our family of 6. I watched the news on Friday night as Ike neared the Texas coast. I started to get worried.
The next morning I went to my 7 am spin class. The sky was cloudy and there was a slight wind. Could it really hit Dallas? And then it rained. Not a downpour, not a gush. A lovely all-day gentle rain. The kind of rain that calls for a nice cup of tea and a Lifetime movie (or at the very least a Disney Channel Original movie). There was no wind, no lightning. Just the soft rain.
And the next morning the sun shone brightly. Even better, Ike left us with an amazing parting gift. A cold front that brought weather a San Diego resident would envy.
Sunday night my sister calls.
"I'm a hurricane victim, "she starts.
"What--you are in Ohio--Cleveland!"
"We've lost tree branches, Lizzy almost blew away in the wind. And we've been without power for hours."
"So you can't see the Browns game?" my priorities come through.
"No. Is it good?"
I look at the TV and notice goal posts waving and rain pouring on the field. It looked ugly (and not just the weather).
"We might not get power for days," she continues.
"That sucks," what else do you say?
And now days later, my dad in Cleveland is cleaning the backyard filled with branches, and I am hearing about just how crappy the situation is in Ohio thanks to a hurricane, a tropical hurricane.
Oh and it's still sunny, 73, and perfect in Dallas. As much as I hate to admit it, this just might be further proof God is in indeed a Cowboys fan (the Monday night game was perfect after all).
Please keep the residents in Texas' gulf coast in your prayers. It is still horrible and many may not come back home for a month. And if you can, click here to help. It is really a mess on the Texas coast.