Powerless. I don’t know the meaning of that word as vividly as some people I know. Mainly my sister. Her house in Houston came through Hurricane Ike essentially unscathed.
But the electrical power went off. Three huge power poles down the street from her house were snapped like twigs during the storm.
Her house was without electrical power for 16 days. Yes: SIXTEEN DAYS. She was able to buy a small gasoline-powered generator in order to have a few lights and a fan or two running, and could run the fridge off of it.
But she often didn’t bother to run the fridge. Because it’s still hard to find food to buy in Houston, and pretty much impossible to cook at her house without electricity.
The electrical power was restored at my sister’s house on Sunday afternoon. Day before yesterday. She’s tired and lost money due to lost work days and extra expenses, including eating out and doing laundry at laundromats and buying gas for the generator. And all that crap.
Last night she said her cable internet service is working again, the cats spent Sunday afternoon and night in blissed-out slumber in the once more air-conditioned house (she thinks that neither of them moved an inch for literally hours), the dogs are happier too, and after the power came on she had a nice long sleep too. At least, all she needs to do now is serious housecleaning, not serious home repairs.
People, this happened in Houston which is 40 to 50 miles inland, not in a town right on the coast. One of our nation’s largest cities. It wasn’t wiped out like New Orleans was by Katrina, but I am really bothered that it was possible for so much of a major city’s infrastructure to be wiped out by a single storm and for restoration to take so long.




