Under Sea Garden

In the car on the way home from the airport tonight...


Bear: ...and then I remembered, tattoos aren't for seasons.






Oh yes, the Bear has returned from college for Christmas break.

When I talk to my sister, I want to go out and make the world better.

As background, Bear works with Houston homeless every week, giving food and just generally helping out at the shelter.

Bear: sometimes life is entirely too much for me
Runestarr: You and me both.
Runestarr: What's up with you?
Bear: I told this homeless guy tony I would look up info about san diego for him
Bear: and bring it to him tomorrow night
Bear: and I'm crying right now
Bear: cuz I can't handle the fact that anyone is homeless
Bear: his eyes
Bear: he looked at me
Bear: it's not fair
Bear: it's not fair
Bear: why
Bear: it doesn't make sense
Bear: there's no reason why he shouldn't be safe right now

...I love my sister so much.

She's in Dallas, safe and sound.

The call came in earlier today and my dad got a hold of me, and so we know she's okay. I talked to her later this evening and she seems to be in good spirits, though she's worried about people she knows who had to stay, like some of the homeless folks she works with at the food bank.

My sister? Is the best kid in the world.

*sends prayers and thoughts to everyone in Rita's path*

Stay safe out there everyone.

Spoke with my dad, and Bear's still not there yet. Apparently traffic is almost entirely stopped, though they'd finally started moving again around the same time they spoke.

They figure on getting into Dallas some time this evening.



I, on the other hand, am going to go and put more gas in my car while I can still afford it.

Rune: *dials home*
Bear: *answering phone* Hello?
Rune: Hey, babe.
Bear: Who is this?
Rune: *long suffering* Can I talk to mom?
Bear: You're a stranger.
Bear: Moooooooom. Maaaaaaama.
Mama: *garbled and in the background*
Bear: There's a stranger on the phone, you talk to them.
Mama: *deeply suspicious* Hello?
Rune: Hi, Mom.
Mama: Bear!
Bear: *garbled yelling followed by insane laughter*
Rune: She's weird.
Mama: You asked for her.
Rune: She's your daughter.
Mama: But you're her big sister.
Rune: Can this just be Papa's fault?
Mama: *pauses to consider*
Bear: *more insane laughter*
Dogs: *start barking*
Mama: She's definitely her father's daughter.