I remember watching it all on KHOU. I stayed home, not thinking about my own neighborhood, because all the windows in my house face the back yard. I had power, TV, and the cell phone. And my dog had dry feet when she went out the back. I could hear the helocoptors though. Much to my surprise when I opened the garage door to take some donations to the shelter, that my neighborhood was flooded and the water had come up to the garage door but not into the garage.
It reminded me that I have to look out the front door too, even though there are no windows there.
Some times I am not very aware. . . :-)
At the time, I lived on a major street that had badly flooded with the Friday deluge. I was out in it, because I love storms.
Some drunks had gotten their cars stranded in the median when they were coming home after the bars' closing time, around 2:30AM or so. I took my phone out to them, in case they wanted to call anyone, but they weren't interested and then got "frisky" towards me, so I was forced to retreat.
They wouldn't leave (it was 3-4 cars full) so I called the cops to either come get them or at least put up a barricade at the end of the block so no more would join them.
The police were just about a half-mile away and they just laughed at me, saying they couldn't get out of the station. That's when I realized it wasn't just my street or my neighborhood, it was all over.
I wasn't scared until all the water running down my sloped driveway stopped running down and started rising towards my car. My garage was full of "stuff" and I couldn't put it inside, so pulled as far as possible up to the garage door with the nose of the car.
Another storm-watcher down the street came and joined me while we walked back to the bayou tributary behind our houses to see how high it was. We weren't worried about flooding from the back because we had a 17-foot embankment - but the people across the "creek" were only about 8 feet above it. They wound up with it in their yards, but not in their houses.
After one jaunt to the bridge, with bayou water lapping at the bottom of it, the other stormie and I came back to find the street water level completely up my driveway, licking my back tires. Another foot and I would've had water inside - also on my side patio, it was lapping at the sliding door track.
About that time, after fevent praying that the rain would just "stop!", it did! And within literally seconds of the rain stopping, the water started receding. That was as close as I got to "trouble" - but that was enough for me.