Thursday September 4-NOW!
I am tired of thinking and talking about Gustav, so I'm going to wrap it up today and move on.
Travis got up Thursday morning of September and started back for Louisiana. I packed the kids up the same day and headed west to my parent's house in Ulysses, KS. My neighbors and friends in Louisiana encouraged me not to come home until power was restored.
We had a great unplanned visit with my parents. The weather was only in the 50s about two days while we were there! Wow. Travis would call, telling me how miserable the house was without an air conditioner in the hot, muggy Louisiana days. I had to buy long pants and shirts for the kids so they had something warm to wear while we were in Kansas. We went to the doughnut shop, went for a ride on the golf cart, visited the Grant County Museum, the library, and the park. Staying with mom and dad is always a treat for all of it. I get mom's yummy cooking and time to visit both of my parents. The kids love the simple things we have to THINK UP to do! It's good for them to experience having to use their imaginations. Dawson was scared to death of the museum. The sound of horse hooves and "prairie winds" was playing to give a more life-like feeling to the exhibits. Dawson was just scared stiff. He backed out of that room fast. I picked him up, thinking that if he could see what the museum was like, he'd change his mind. He didn't ever look down. He just kept looking up like the wicked witch of the west was going to write "Surrender, Dawson" on the ceiling! Mom took him back to the security of Grandpa's company and came back to go through the museum with me, Madalynn and Justis.
Travis, in the meantime was home and at work in a ROUGH post-Gustav environment. Residents were allowed back in Thursday, but most places still didn't have power. Travis used our brand new generator to run the lights and appliances as needed. I don't know what he ate (and I don't want to know), because all of our our food I had put in the deep freeze to prevent from spoiling, if there was just a short power outage, was mostly warm by the time Travis got back. I called him one evening when he was up to his elbows in smelly fish "juice" that had leaked out of one of the bags of frozen fish all over our other stuff and, of course, the bottom of the freezer. He took down the window coverings and cleaned all the debris from our yard. He also cleaned our elderly widow neighbor's yard, which was full of branches from her TALL pine trees. Gustav gave her a free tree trimming, I guess!
The neighbor lady we don't know had her husband call the fire department on Travis. Travis had finished cleaning Rose's yard and began to set the four HUGE brush piles on fire. Well, the lady across the street (as if Travis wasn't standing right there) yelled, "Honey, LOOK! That guy is starting fires and there's a burn ban!" Travis had no clue of a burn ban, because he had no connection to the outside world aside from what he heard from work and the neighbors we do know. Travis quickly put the fires out when he heard her, but the fire truck was already on its way. Travis explained he didn't know of the burn ban. The firemen understood and explained that, since everyone had their windows open because of no AC, the burn ban was in effect. Travis met our neighbor that day when he went and apologized for the misunderstanding.
I decided, after waiting and wondering when our power WOULD be back on, to leave Sunday and pray the power would be on when I got home. I had home school co-op orientation (and I'm a teacher with no substitutes available) on Tuesday and it takes two days to get home. We got home Monday night and the power had been on only for a couple of hours! God's perfect timing.
Everything was good. Travis was home and we were together as a family again. Our home, neighbors and friends were okay. We had air conditioning. Wait, what was that funny smell? Had an animal died in our house? Was a dirty diaper left in the garbage can while we were gone, or what. I fallowed the wafting scent into the laundry room and opened the deep freeze. The smell of 80 degree fish juice permeated the whole house. In the bottom of the freezer sat a pool of yellow "juice" that had somehow escaped the shop vac. The freezer still smells of fish juice when it is closed and opened, despite the fact I've scrubbed it down three times since. Hey, I'll take a fishy freezer over going through a hurricane any day. Thank you, God, that I have a freezer to keep fish in!