From my 2005 journal, Hurricane Rita came poking about around this date . . .
September 25, 2005
Rita’s aftermath, day 1, a chronology:
8:30 or so—We drip coffee on the debris-strewn patio. To that point, the highlight of the day. Glen offers me to plug the refridge into hiis generator—assuming we’re in for the long haul, I take him up, gratefully.
9:30 or 20—The lights come on!
9:45—I go by the church with Autumn and Zach to see if anybody showed up for church—they didn’t. We walk back home sightseeing the damage. Lights are out mainly in the southwest quadrant of town, except for Hill St.
Noon—I start watching the Saints, running in and out during commercials to bring stowed patio stuff from the garage out to the patio.
2:00 or so—After the Saints were obviously stinking, I quit watching and concentrated on raking and picking up the yard.
4:30—Ran/walked to LSUE to get A Tale of Two Cities for Ann to read. Discovered the power had just come on at LSUE.
5:30—great supper. Sarah cooked some kind of cheesey vegetable casserole soup or whatever, but it sure was good.
6:30—Ann challenged me to a game of HORSE after she helped me put the basketball goal back up, and she beat me 2 out of 3.
7:30 or so—Checked email and found Becky and gang had made it home.
9:00 or so—Zach and Autumn pass by on their way home from errands and helping Corey Arnaud patch his roof. They noticed police directing traffic/supervising gasoline fill-ups at Diamond Shamrock! Signs of the times?
What’s the point of all this? Well, the storm is past and life slowly returns to normal, if “normal” can ever be such again.
No church today—this Cameron Parish church photo represents something about the institution of Sunday services?