That’s what my 86-year old grandmother said when I spoke to her recently.
She lives on the family ranch in Deep East Texas, about 20 miles from the Lousiana border.
We wpoke in the wake of Hurricane Rita, which made landfall at Sabine Pass, Texas, more than 120 miles to the south.
When Rita reached my family ranch, it was still a Category 1 hurricane–120 MILES INLAND!
The wind blew and blew for hours, and my grandmother described for
me how the thought that the tall pine trees around the house would
crash over, but they didn’t.
One of my cousins shows up to help her during the storm.
The next day revealed that Deep East Texas is tore up BAD.
Grandmother described for me how there are branches down all over the place, power lines swinging, and virtually all normal services shut off.
The power is down, which means (among other things) that there is no radio, TV, or Internet, no clean water (everyone’s wells run on power), no gasoline (can’t pump it out of the tanks at filling stations), and worst of all–NO AIR CONDITIONING in the muggy heat of Indian Summer.
That’s not good for the elderly.
And the authorities estimate that it’s going to STAY that way (i.e., no power and no anything else) for TWO WEEKS TO A MONTH!
But my grandmother is determined to stick it out.
She’s got her dogs.
She’s got her gun.
And she’s got my relatives.
Like my six aunts and uncles who live in Houston, not to mention cousins.
The storm’s fury didn’t strike their areas near as bad, so they’re all fine.
My relatives have her set up with a small, portable generator that provides enough electricity to let her keep her phone and freezer working–and maybe an electric fan.
The relatives also bring her fresh water in jugs and gasoline (brought in from other counties) to keep the generator going).
So a big YEE-HAW!!! for my Tough-As-Texas grandmother!
And prayers for all the other HALF-MILLION folks in Texas who are without power due to Rita.
Thanks much, y’all!