It can always get worse

It can always get worse
The other day when I lamented about our post-Ike drive hassles in
Houston, I could have know of would actually get worse. Today, the ten
minute drive from my office to John’s school has taken nearly an hour–
so far. I am about two-thirds of the way. This is what cacading four-
way stops will do to an otherwise ordinary commute. It is tangible
proof: we are far from back to normal after Ike’s visit to Houston.
Them again, I have a home and office, both with electric. That is more
than many have today.

A boy and his pet

A boy and his pet

John nurtures his pet pool back to life in wake of several days
without power. It seems a daunting task, but he has done it before. (Photo by Stella)

You can tell they’re mine…

Zuzu and Stella take you on a tour of their lemonade stand today in the lobby of MogerMedia’s office building. The two of them raked in $167.75 to benefit The Houston Ike Relief Fund.

Open for business

Lemonade_stand

 

Zuzu and Stella are up and ready to sell lemonade. The two of them are united in raising money for the Hurricane Ike Relief Fund. They just got their first customer and are solo excited.

Daily reality


Reports of Houston’s demise are greatly exagerated. So are tales of our rapid recovery from Ike’s ravaging of our basic services. My eight mile drive home now takes about an hour since every intersection is a four-way stop. The daily stress of surviving is stretching our fabled Texas goodwill. It will get better. This we know. It is the waiting that is unnerving.