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.
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| 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.
