Day 17 Part one

It’s morning as I write this. A dear friend from church, Deborah, has allowed me the use of her computer so I can email all of you. Thank you Deborah. We’ll spend another day of clean up today. I think I’ve done more loads of laundry than I have ever done. Thankfully, I’ve only had to throw a few articles of clothing away. I still have more to wash, though, because I want to make sure I get out all the mold spores that collected during the days the house was still boarded up.

I’ll continue this entry later tonight, but just wanted to let you know we are doing well, all things considered. Thank you for you continued support, thoughts and prayers.

I’ll try to get the rest of the week’s posts out Sunday or Monday.

God is our refuge in times of trials.

When we are weak, He is our strength.

Grace & Peace

Day 17 Part two

What is amazing and kind of sad to me is that it took a category five hurricane and a devastated coast to get us talking to our neighbors across the street. We’ve always been on waving terms (you know, waving across the street whenever we see each other) but now I stop by and say hi to Ethel each day, before starting to work on the house.

I’ll be reporting for work Monday morning. I’m not sure what I’ll be doing, but my command is very supportive of us trying to get our lives back together.

Rocky and Nette came over to help today. Nette helped me clean Jonny’s toys while Rocky helped Jon and Bob pull out more sheet rock. I was close to tears when they had to pull out our garden tub so they could get to the sheet rock and wet insulation. I knew we were going to have a lot of work to do, but when they pulled out the tub, it kind of underscored the fact. I was close to tears again when Jon’s Sante Fe was towed away. The guy who towed it away was also willing to come back to tow away Heather’s Elantra. Maybe he knows someone who can actually clean it (the smell inside is horrible) and fix it. If so, great, at least we’re not being charged for towing and disposal.

Tomorrow, a working crew is supposed to come from the base to cut trees and clean up our yard. It looks like a war zone. Ironically enough, I used to complain that there was too much shade in our yard and we were unable to grow grass. The trees that shaded the yard have either snapped or fallen over.

Blessings

Grace & Peace