Several readers of this Abyssum.org Blog have suggested to me that I should publish a post on Abyssum.org letting my readers know that I am ok. So, here it is:
I am well, unlike many other people in Texas (especially my home town of Houston where I have relatives who were badly affected by Harvey) and Louisiana (where I was born) I suffered no injuries or serious inconvenience or dislocation in the passage of Harvey.
For the entire duration of Harvey I stayed in my residence in Sinton, Texas which is a house belonging to Our Lady of Guadalupe Parish. The house did not experience any damage: no leaks, no broken windows, etc. The only physical damage was to the vegetation on the property. Several trees were uprooted and they all suffered heavy defoliation. I have a large vegetable garden in the 30 protein tubs I used to feed cattle on my former little ranch. When I gave up the ranch I brought them empty with me to my residence in Corpus Christi in 2012. When I moved to Sinton in 2016 the men of Our Lady of Guadalupe Parish insisted on bringing my container garden and even though I resisted their generous offer they insisted on doing it and I am grateful to them. That container garden was pretty hard hit by Harvey’s wind.
The main reason why I chose to remain in my house during the hurricane was because I was well prepared for it. You see, I have been through so many hurricanes during my 94 years in New Orleans, Texas City, Texas, Houston, Texas, Miami, Florida, Pensacola-Tallahassee, Florida and Corpus Christi, Texas that I am more than a little hurricane-savvey.
When the tropical storm that would be named Harvey passed from the Atlantic Ocean to the Caribbean Sea over the southernmost island of the Lesser Antilles, Trinidad, I knew that the probability of Harvey making landfall in the Honduras, or Mexico, OR TEXAS was very high because I had seen that happen so many times over the decades of my life. Consequently I started getting prepared for Harvey’s visit.
I stocked up on food and water. I readied the portable electric generator that I had brought from my ranch and I secured anything and everything that could possibly be blown down or away by the wind. I moved my car from the street where it was usually parked onto the driveway of the house which was a foot or two higher than the street. Finally, I made preparations for my three dogs ( Ginger,a Belgian Malinois, Zelie a Jack Russell Terrorist, she was born on the day that Saint Marie Azelie Martin was canonized and hence her name and Rambo, a Rat Terrier) to join me and my housecat, Ziggy, in the house when the storm would be at its worse.
Harvey was forecast to make landfall at Corpus Christi and then continue on a Northerly course which would have brought the center right over Sinton. At the last minute Harvey changed its course slightly to the East and crossed the coast at Arransas Pass and Rockport. I cannot help but believe that the city which was named after the Body and Blood of Our Lord Jesus Christ is protected from direct hits by hurricanes. I believe that in the last 100 years Corpus Christi was affected by only two large hurricanes, Celia and Carla. That new course took the center about twenty-five miles east of Sinton.
Since the eye of Harvey did not pass directly over Sinton we only experienced winds with gusts of 100 mph and not 150 mph. Also, the forecast flooding of Sinton did not occur since we were on the west side of the center and the really heaviest rain is always on the eastern side of the center of a hurricane.
My experience of Harvey was not a pleasant experience. There is always the possibility of tornados in a hurricane, so there was tension, even as I slept, as I listened for two days for the telltale roaring sound of a tornado.
I prayed all during Harvey’s visit to the Gulf Coast and I continue to pray, not for myself, but for all those who were and still are in his path as he moves across the interior states of America, the devastation and the human suffering is enormous.
At my age I will probably not experience another hurricane. I cannot help but marvel that what was probably the last hurricane of my life was one of the worst to ever hit the United States. Somehow that seems to fit in with the other Signs of the Times we are experiencing in the Church, in the nation and in the world.
God save us !!!