Near the corner of Sweet Leaf and Dreamtime.I've always wanted to toss that out as that is the truth. I live on Sweet Leaf lane, just a few doors away from Dreamtime. The builders have a tea motif thing going on, as you can tell.
This has nothing to do with Rita. I've just always wanted to work that into something I posted to my blog. It's very surreal here in Austin. The supermarket shelves are bare of certain necessities. A co-worker who has a second job at target described chaos and panic as customers grabbed batteries and bottled water.
It's the end of the world as we know it, keeps playing inside my head as does Dylan's Hurricane. This the story of the hurricane.
We should be OK here in Austin, though I feel a bit evil for not wanting to it to drift so far to the east. We need the rain. You should see my water bill. We should see some rain and high winds. I do feel rather silly because I have a case of Ozarka water in our pantry. It's like I really didn't think it was necessary, but then when everybody else was doing it, I thought: well maybe they know something I don't, and figured better safe then sorry.
Anyway it's about 9 p.m. and she's washing ashore, somewhere just over there. We have about 50 zillion people from the Houston area in town. I feel kind of bad, because we're not putting anybody up, but then, we don't know really anyone from that area, and I'm not gonna house strangers.
Anyway it's very surreal here, with all the Katrina refugees and not those trying to dodge Rita's bullet. I'll try to keep you posted, and I'll let you know if we ever needed that Ozarka water.
