The weather is very odd today here in South Texas.
It's warm and windy, with odd shadows and air density that signals trouble.
Meanwhile, the street in front of my house is completely torn up because they are installing new water pipes. My car is literally stranded in the driveway, covered in several days' worth of thick white grit and dust.
The water is turned off for the next several hours. I want to shower, but I can't.
But tomorrow, the skies will likely open up and drench the region. Hurricane Dolly is popping in for a visit to lower South Texas and the TV weather people are chattering like excited crows in anticipation of a change from their daily mantra: "hot and humid."
It's hurricane season.
We should be used to it by now, but after Katrina we know that weather patterns are disturbed and hurricanes can be more lethal than ever before.
We are bracing ourselves for the onslaught of evacuees from the South. The whole bottom of Texas is in the path of the hurricane, and San Antonio is the closest big city inland.
Bottled water, toilet paper and other essentials will start disappearing from grocery store shelves.
We know we can no longer depend on FEMA or the National Guard to help our neighbors to the South--Bush has seen to that.
This hurricane is named Dolly.
I think of Dolly Parton, and she's such a sweet lady.
No, this hurricane should be named George W. Bush-- unpredictable, violent, destructive, godless, nightmarish.
Like Bush, this hurricane won't care whose lives it destroys.
Pray for everyone's safety, please.