To say the week of Hurricane Harvey was a bummer is an understatement of epic proportions. C’mon Harvey … what were you thinkin’? The hubster and I have been through this hurricane stuff before, so our pantry was stocked for a few days. Then we just hunkered down and prayed for the best. Each night while Harvey’s rains pounded the roof, I had nightmares about how a rescue would even be possible if our home flooded. Wheelchair-bound Mimi would be a most difficult rescue. Thankfully, we did not get flooded.

After Harvey slowly left town, it took a while to finally peel off the thick glaze from my eyeballs. Yep … we were part of the lucky ones to also have cable and internet. Got the annoying eye condition from watching way too much of Mr. Radar spinning yellow, red and green round and round. Darn spinning thing barely moved for days. It was probably three days into Hurricane Harvey that I started yelling at my iPad.

“C’mon Harvey, could ya just move way east already and get on down the road?” the hubster heard me yell.

I also scoured Facebook looking for information on friends and family. I loved that there was a way to “check in” and say you were okay. Can’t recall a disaster on the Texas Gulf Coast where social media played such a ginormous part in keeping us all connected. This was the first time the hubster was glad I was on Facebook.

I am most proud of this newspaper for posting nonstop important and life-saving information on what was going on in our local area. Cynthia Calvert … you are my hero!

Then there are the amazing stories that brought us hope during the storm. There are a million of them connecting us like a giant tapestry that is just now drying out. I will never forget the first moment my eyes teared and my voice cracked during Harvey. There was a photo of an endless line of air boats hitched up to trucks with nameless drivers. I imagined they wore halos instead of baseball caps as they headed out to rescue the stranded. The Cajun Navy was on their way. We had the Cajun Navy rescuing folks in our own area.

Every once in a while something funny would enter my Facebook newsfeed that caused both sides of my mouth to lift a tad. I don’t care if you are a native-born Texan, or got here as soon as you could, we Texans have a special sense of humor. Signs are appearing on front lawns filled with mountains of gnarly sheetrock, soaked carpets and mud-encrusted furniture. My favorite is “Yard of the Month” sloppily written with red paint on a piece of plywood.

So much of this is very hard. I can’t even imagine the heartache of someone that has a flooded home. But how about also losing a business? This is where it gets up-close-and-personal for everyone. Every time my mind heads up the street I have traveled a thousand times running errands, I think about a business that might not be back for a very long time. How about a couple of grocery stores, our library, high school, YMCA, restaurants … fast and fine dining, banks, cleaners, drug stores, hair salons, Mary’s PostNet, our Hallmark shop, Mimi’s Dr. Melissa Young, and so much more. Places that will hopefully return to us. I know for certain when Raffa’s returns … praying for you Tony and Leslie … our family will be there on opening night. They have helped our family celebrate so many events and milestones.

And let’s not forget to give a high five to the businesses taking up the slack during the rebuild effort. It was the day Harvey’s rains finally stopped. I ventured out for milk for Mimi. Hope no one saw me do my happy dance when I got the word our local short-staffed Kroger had opened their doors. Didn’t mind standing in line as they let in a few people at a time. The bread shelves were completely bare at the time, but they had milk and bananas.

The upside of last week … I’m diggin’ deep here. Everyone on the Texas Gulf Coast, with lots of help … special shout-out to police, firefighters, J.J. Watt and Mattress Mack … now knows how to survive a Zombie Apocalypse.

Dixie Frantz is a Kingwood resident and newspaper columnist for the past 21 years. Email comments to This email address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it.. You can also visit Dixie’s blog at lifesloosethreads.com.

 

 

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Dixie Frantz
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I am a long-time Houstonian in love with writing, blogging, travel, quilting and reading. I have written “You Gotta Laugh,” a humorous newspaper column, for the past 21 years. The columns showcase the funny, amusing and sometimes touching slices of life from the suburbs. My writing credentials include more than 430 humorous columns, features and travel stories for hoabinhre Newspaper.