Flood recovery? It's filthy, rotten, disgusting, depressing dirty work. BTDT.
As I drive on the street that parallels my bayou I see hundreds of homes with everything ripped out and on the lawn.
Clothes, dressers, chests, bed frames, bedding/mattresses, tables, chairs, insulation, children’s toys, and of course, mountains of ruined drywall.
I oppose the Mexican infestation of my country, but I will gladly welcome their labor at this juncture.
The water was gross. In some places it left a line on the wall. I call it the poop line.
As an aside, my daughter’s school was flooded. Everything on the ground floor was lost. If anyone here prays, please say one for Saint Thomas Episcopal School.
It is also a church, and we had to have Sunday service out on the lawn, which to a high Episcopalian is akin to being a damn dirty hippy, wearing a Che shirt, smoking a doobie, in front of Jesus.
Everything on the ground floor was destroyed. Every single desk and chair had to be removed and is a pile across the street. I don’t know if they will try to save those.
I have to go there after work to help. It is deeply saddening. I guess I am just a pussy, because so many folks have lost much more. I need to tough up.