Chris woke me up at 3:30 this morning; the air raid sirens were going off. We got the dogs and huddled in the bathtub, and listened to the battery radio, until we could hear that they’d stopped, and the radio was saying it was miles past us.
That’s not my car.
That’s my car. I didn’t have time this morning to take pictures, so I got them at lunch, and a lot of the neighborhood is cleaned up… but you can still see some of the damage.
I love how bright and sunny everything is today, all fresh and clean… except, oops, that tree isn’t quite where it should be. We had gale-force winds; it doesn’t seem like we had tornadoes, just straight-line wind knocking things over.
A lot of houses look like this today – the City will pick up piles of brush later on, and it’ll all look normal. These are the lucky houses.
This is the worst one I saw. This is the same tree that smashed the car in the first picture. It hit the corner of the house it stood in front of, and was laying solidly atop the neighbor’s house – I have no idea what the damage is like, because you can’t see the house for all the tree in the way.
See? There’s a house under there. It was the most gorgeous, full-growth red oak, too – I’m gonna miss that tree.
This is the neighbor across the street from me; she lost about half of this big pecan tree.
The same tree, from the OMG, Scary Tree Monster view.
This kind of stuff is everywhere – mostly oak leaves, plus random bits of stick.
Our herb plants are a little smashed down, and we lost a couple of limbs the size of my arm… but nothing major at our house.
On an unrelated note, one of our neighbors is building a Sanford & Son style… shack? on the back of his truck. It looks like he saw an over-cab camper, and decided to replicate it out of bits of random scrap metal and wood. There’s a steel frame in parts of it, and it has a swinging metal screen door – this looks like a trailer you’d live in, rather than a hauling type thing.
Maybe some deep-seated instinct is telling him that he should have a mobile home.