Before Hurricane Sally.
After Hurricane Sally.
I couldn’t have told you what the neighbor’s houses looked like before the storm. You can look at the house in the distance and see the blue tarps on their roof.
Everyone in town can show you similar photos. It’s not just me. We’re all in the same boat and sick to our stomachs that our beautiful town looks like a war zone. Yes, we loved the privacy of the beautiful trees, but like Bob said, “It’s nothing that money and 20 years can’t fix.” — He’s a little ray of sunshine, that man.
The silver lining is, I’ve always wanted to move that little gray tool shed. It’s the first thing you see out our window when you walk in the front door, so now, we can put it anywhere we want. Yea! Life is good!
Out of state contractors have brought their giant double trailer dump trucks to haul away debris. They are working frantically to remove the last bit of debris before . . . the next Hurricane Delta this weekend. Anything left on the side of the road from the first storm, branches, heavy tree trunks, pieces of fences and roofs will become dangerous projectiles in a second storm.
Everyone is exhausted from cleaning and have just now settled back into some sort of routine. Schools just reopened and now, we’re faced with another big storm. Right now, it seems like it will move further west towards Louisiana, but then again, that’s what we thought about Sally.
While we stock up on ice and water and pull the outdoor furniture back inside — and this time, take the pumpkins off the front porch, I’ll be giving this project a final once-over. Hurricanes make a great time to review a book project. Bob: “Why do you insist on printing everything out?” Me: “To hold, like a long-awaited baby.” — more on the new book soon!
Thank you for praying for the weary and jumbled Gulf Coast.