It's one year today since the tornado hit our neighborhood. Yes, I know I continue to whine about it like a mule, but if a big effing column of wind hit your house you'd be slightly concerned, too.
Many of you have already seen my take on what happened. Here's my neighbor's take. A little post-traumatic stress aside, everyone seems to be doing much better. Although today is Friday the 13th, last year it was a Thursday night when we came up out of our basement to see our street transformed by downed trees, smashed cars and crushed houses.
As you can see, some things have changed.
Finally, FINALLY the repairs are complete, though the mess, as you can see from the amount of mud in the backyard, is not. The expense and effort have been enormous, at least by our standards. Final bill: $32,155.35. And that doesn't include the cars.
The neighborhood is slowly coming back to itself. Though most of the old trees are gone, the houses, at least, are looking a might bit better.
Apparently there's a shindig tomorrow in the neighborhood to celebrate the anniversary, or else huddle together for warmth, because yesterday when I woke up there was snow on the ground.
Never a dull moment around here.