It’s the penultimate entry There’s actually more entries left in “The Marshall & Julie Project” than I thought, yet we are still nearing the end. Are you sad it’s going to be over? (Even if you aren’t don’t tell me that.) I hope you enjoy today’s entry because it was certainly one of my favorites to write.That would be coming tomorrow, but I still like today’s entry.
Day 12: “Time to Move to Weehawken” / “Time to Evacuate to Oklahoma”
Well, there was very little that I could relate to in this chapter of Julie Powell’s memoir. She barely cooked at all; really, she just described being in a giant, citywide blackout. That’s all well and great for people who lived in New York when it happened, but it doesn’t do much for people like me who only remember the incident for President Bush’s quick interview saying that al-Qaeda or any other terrorist group was not involved. Phew.
It’s really hard to talk about movies and blackouts because they don’t go hand-in-hand. If you don’t have power, you can’t watch a movie without a battery-powered device like a laptop. But when the power is out, the last thing you want to do is curl up and pop a DVD in the drive.
And in the morning, her readers hit the blog, asking if she was OK. It really hit her on an emotional level that among the disaster, some people that she didn’t actually know wondered how she specifically was doing.
Houston isn’t immune to a blackout; it just hasn’t happened yet. Every city is prone to natural disasters, be it earthquakes, tornadoes, or blizzard. For my hometown, it’s a hurricane. Thankfully, one hasn’t hit since I’ve been blogging, so no one has had to hit my site asking if I was OK. Knock on wood…
But in the event that a hurricane was to hit Houston, I can almost guarantee you that I will be fine. My parents, particularly my mom, refuse to put us anywhere near the path of the hurricane. As soon as the meteorologists are darned sure that Houston is going to get more than a little bit of rain and wind, it’s time for us to get our refugee – pardon me, EVACUEE, in the interest of political correctness – on.
A few weeks after Katrina devastated the Gulf Coast in August 2005, Hurricane Rita was chugging towards Houston. Three days before the storm came ashore, my parents got us the heck out of dodge to Oklahoma City, my city of birth and still home to many relatives. We stayed at my grandma’s house for a week until school was back in session and the power came back on at the house.
And then, in 2008, there was … Ike. You might not remember seeing much about it on the news because the economy was being an attention whore and collapsing, but it was certainly a much bigger story to those of us in the path of the storm. We were going to stick it out in Houston because it didn’t seem to be all that bad. However, the morning before the storm was going to hit, my mom woke up and suddenly decided that we were going to evacuate. After she had decided to stay the night before, it frustrated me that the plan was going to change. Much to my chagrin at the time, we packed up in 30 minutes and hit the road for Oklahoma City.
So the next time you see a hurricane barreling towards Houston, which is hopefully never, know that I will most likely be safely in Oklahoma.