A friend from long ago sent this picture of me and another girl I grew up with. That’s Jeannie on the right and me, gangly and awkward in pre-teen and teen years, on the right. I would guess we were about twelve. Can’t remember a thing about the picture, where it was taken or why. I saw it some time ago when Jeannie posted it, but I thought it would be fun to post again. Don’t we look demure?
My neighborhood, hardest hit by the hail, is slowly recovering. I’ve fielded so many calls from roofers who “just happen to be in the neighborhood” that I’m tempted to answer the phone with “Thank you. I already have a roofer.” What worries me is that maybe half the calls come from scammers who don’t know as much about roofs as I do. And that’s not much.
The nice woman who writes a garden column for our neighborhood newsletter called—the owner of the yard she’d picked said absolutely not because the yard had been shredded by hail. I suggested she write her column about hail damage in the neighborhood. I know my redbud tree was stripped of all it blossoms that I look forward to seeing each year.
|Books spread out on couch for sorting|
where they were soaked
The restoration people finished taking up the floor today and decided that the ceiling was drying out and they didn’t need to take it out—grateful because it’s a board ceiling and I was afraid insurance would only pay for sheetrock. They’ve left their roaring drying equipment running for the weekend, but it sure is efficient. I could feel a definite difference this morning. They have also taken all the books for drying.
Meantime I’ve spent as much of the time as I could get back to the washer and dryer washing towels. Endless job after all that mopping up. A bit horrified that my “crew” used my new good towels to mop up.
I’ve decided the entire city of Fort Worth is exhausted. Saw several posts to that effect on Facebook, and Jordan and Christian decided to stay home tonight. Which means I don’t have Jacob—I miss his company but in some ways it’s a relief. Jordan has worked so hard the last few days on my house that I’m not surprised she’s exhausted. I slept/dozed almost three hours this afternoon and am ready to go back to bed at ten. Sophie napped with me and thoroughly enjoyed the comfort. I think it’s the mood of my city after the hailstorm.