Kevin was up at 3:30am.
"Kevin, it's three-thirty!" I exclaimed.
"I know, and I'm wide awake now!"
My back was aching from something I did to it yesterday.
So we turned on the TV for the latest news: Gustav was now a tropical depression heading into NE Texas, after drenching southern Arkansas, northern Louisiana and eastern Texas. Hurricane Hanna was off the Bahamas with winds of 80mph. Ike was off further east and another depression was forming off Africa. More coverage of Sarah Palin's 17-year-old pregnant daughter, the slow coverage of the RNC which reminded me of a Geriatric convention turn fund raiser for hurricane victims, and the anti-war protests in St Paul, MN. So in other words, nothing new happened.
There was nothing on TV despite the many channels: Jesus Talk, Sports, Shopping and reruns of stupid 1960s sitcoms. I even watched Joel Osteen talk about hope, the Houston-based evangelist who lives off the donations of his church visitors and who, IMO, should get a new hair style because the Wet Head went out of style 30 years ago.
Kevin showered at 4am, got coffee from the lobby and was out at 5am to load up the van and go to WalMart at 6am when it opens. He had chatted with the night shift downstairs and learned that the WalMart needed 600 employees to operate 24 hours a day. They were only able to get 300 from town. That is why the SuperCenter closed at midnight and opens at 6am. For a WalMart it's clean and the aisles widely-spaced.
My plan was to walk around town at 6am, come back at 7am when Mom wanted the family to gather for breakfast, and at 7:30am leave for the Marina and get the houseboat.
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