The Muse is Loose

We are back in Rockport for a break from caring for kids while Laura and James work on their house in Nixon. We missed all the big hurricane news. That is for awhile. On Thursday a man who lives next door to their house excitedly ran over and told the workers a tornado was coming. He had heard it on TV. It was on the ground and heading for Nixon. Ann and I knew we didn't want to be in our little RV so we called James at the field house. He told us to come there. When we got there the school superintendent told us to go to the high school building for it was stronger. About thirty adults were in the building. A man instructed us how to sit and protect our heads, etc.. We seated ourselves in the hallway away from windows. I was starting to wonder, "What am I doing here?. I don't think they are doing this in Rockport!" The storm skidded by and we saw and heard nothing. Just some excitement for the moment. Where is one really safe from a hurricane? Coastal folks have long discovered being caught in a traffic jam trying to escape is far more hazardous than the storm. Anyway, it is over. The Valley was hit hard. George Maurer and his family had the EYE go over their home at San Perlita. It blew down trees and knocked out power and blew all his fruit off the trees in his orchard. The sturdy old farmhouse took the blow well. I am sure many more are still suffering from the storm. All we did was sit in the High School hallway at Nixon, Texas.