Where to begin?

Can I just say... I'm tired of the weather? From one extreme to the next- and this time it's taking aim on my childhood memories.

After we moved from Arkansas we grew up on the Sabine River in Texas. First, Orange for eight years. Then, Groves. I only lived there for two years before becoming an Arkansan again. Dad worked in the Little Cypress-Mauriceville and Port Neches schools until he went to the Sabine Pass school. The family remained and as young adults often will- I referred to it as "home" because that was where my parents, grandmother and siblings were.

Just about everything we did was somewhere up or down that river. Going to a ball-game? the rival school may be across the river. Going out to eat? Cross the river and the restaurant is on piers on the river. Going sight-seeing and relaxing? Get on the river or one of the lakes that has been formed on it: for bird-watching, skiing or sailing.

Our communities livelihoods were based on river traffic of super-oil tankers to fishing fleets, oil & chemical plants.

Later on, the folks and one sister moved to Hemphill much further inland but still on the Sabine River; on the Toledo Bend Reservoir. My folks have since moved back to Arkansas while maintaining two lakehouses on Toledo Bend. Dad had actually been contacted earlier in the week by potential Houston evacuees for shelter at the homes- so, he'd driven down to open them up.

Sister is working this week at a tournament much further inland (Lake Fork) while her hubby is doing re-construction work (from hurricane Katrina) in Mississippi. Her boys, however, are currently in Hemphill with their dad & step-mom... problem is... the way Rita has shifted, the worst is looking as if it's going to go straight up the Sabine River starting at Sabine Pass and heading north. If you look at the map Hemphill/Jasper area is about the same distance inland as Hattiesburg in MS and we know what all kinds of damage they had. Dad says they'll keep watching it (Rita) make the turn; but, he may have to bring all bil's dogs (he's a duck/fishing guide) and the kids here. Sister and dbil will just have to rough it where they are (on opposite sides of the storm) - which is not a good thing if you know my sister and understand that it wasn't until just two years ago that she's ever EVER lived further than 30 miles from my parents.

So... we wait. And, wait. And, watch the poor folks evacuating stuck in 14 hour lines of traffic jam trying to leave the place. Word from Dad is that the traffic in Hemphill is now bumper to bumper... it's lovely primitive countryside with nothing but two lanes (no shoulders even!) for roadways. I can't imagine how LONG a day it is for the folks in those vehicles. I just thought it was tough on us waiting... it's going to be worse when she lands and sits for two-three days on top of east Texas and dumps upto two feet of water. Ugh...

Maybe the title should read: When does it end?