It gets harder and harder for me to feel sorry for myself, when I see the progress we’re making on our home. Granted, we don’t have flood insurance, so we’re paying for all the repairs and replacements out of pocket, but maybe we’ll be approved for a low interest loan from FEMA. Sure, we have to do a lot of the work ourselves, but we’re learning a lot. And when I look back over the pictures of our house, as compared to many of the homes I’ve seen, it puts our damage into perspective. Of course, I pass some homes that sustained little to no damage, and wonder why that couldn’t be us. Ah well.
I’m sending some pictures along, attachments to a few emails. I finally managed to download them off of my camera. There is much I haven’t taken pictures of, but I’ve included a few that will give you an idea of what our lives look like.
I’ll include a brief description of each picture. Please excuse my poor attempts at humor.
Driving south on highway 603, cars are tossed about in the ditch like toys. People who live in the low lying areas are known to park their cars along side the highway, on high ground, before storms come through. Normally, their cars are fairly safe. Katrina’s storm waters surged right over them.
Driving through Waveland, we saw a boat in the drive through of Burger King, where the storm surge left it.
I was surprised at some of the buildings/homes that are left in Bay St Louis. But they were all under water and I’m sure are no longer structurally sound. I thought about all the antique stores that were down in the “Historic Downtown” – the merchandise ruined in the storm surge.
As we drove through the destroyed neighborhoods, the remaining trees had debris hanging from their limbs, up to thirty feet. How does one clean that up? I saw a little girl’s pink jacket hanging high on an oak branch.
We tried to find the remains of the Bed and Breakfast that we stayed at last year on our anniversary. The owner was on CNN shortly after the storm. She and some others survived the storm clinging for life in one of the old oaks, after the house crumbled in the storm surge. We thought we found where it used to be located, but couldn’t tell for sure, with ten-foot high rubble piles.
Life is still far from normal. Traffic is horrible where ever we go. Many businesses and restaurants are still not open (those that are repairable) and the ones that are open are short handed (many employees never returned to the coast), packed with customers and have limited hours. People have started to move out of the shock phase and into the angry, frustrated phase. This can be seen in people’s stupid driving and their rudeness in the stores. Everyone is tired, stressed and just wants to return to life as it was before a storm named Katrina blew into their lives.
“To you, O Lord, I lift up my soul; in you I trust, O my God… No one whose hope is in you will ever be put to shame… My hope is in you all day long.”
Psalm 25:1,2a and 5b
Grace & Peace