I'm finally home. After sleeping for two weeks on various and sundry love seats and couches, I think I've shrunk two inches. My home is remarkably intact. I have power and water and I even have cable. It's actually a little embarrassing. Part of the fence in my courtyard is down and my gate got torn off it's henges just like the Wizard of Oz. My porch light glass was broken but I changed the bulb and it still works. My microwave has a problem as does my radio alarm clock. Other than that, it's all good. The glass top on my patio table wasn't even broken.
Beaumont looks absolutely frightening. Huge trees are either uprooted or broken in half all over the city. Here I am two weeks after the fact and I can't even imagine what it must have looked like two weeks ago. I would say that approximately twenty percent of the houses in the city have trees on or through their roofs.
My little sister, Bonnie, has huge sections of her ceiling in her upstairs bedrooms which have come down and there is sheetrock and insulation all over the place. The amazing thing, however, is that all of her memorabilia, for the most part, seems to be fine.
My aunt's house in Port Arthur had three feet of water in it and my aunt's house in Nederland had a treetop from her front yard fly over her house, crash through portions of her roof above the bathrooms and land in the back yard. She had a pecan tree that has been completely disintegrated.
For the most part, we fared very well. Everyone is alive and accounted for in our family (which is quite large) and we are grateful for that.
Tomorrow, I have to go back to work and I'm grateful for that, too.