I'm grateful (and started a thread attesting to it) that mostly all I had to deal with after Harvey was a washed-out driveway and a sinkhole. I've sent what I could afford to a couple of people in need, and have spent a few days aiding in the clean out/tear out of a home in West Houston. It's war zone horrible in the neighborhood, huge piles of sticky, stinky debris and ruined belongings block after block, discarded family memories and mementos petrifying in the sun for all to gawk at. Just wrenches my gut and tears at my heart. Going back Sunday, Lysol, gloves, and breathing mask in hand.
Resurrects nightmares of losing my previous house and nearly everything I owned to the Montgomery County flood of 1994, then having my incall apartment become Lemuria in April 2016, followed by a Wizard of Oz brush with a tornado that sent a tree though the roof of the Irish Chihuahua Refuge a few weeks later.
Mother Nature and I are well acquainted, and she's a total cursed BIATCH!
FEMA, the Red Cross, and the Salvation Army greatly assisted me in 1994, relatives, friends, and kind souls on ECCIE to a thankfully much lesser extent last year. Harvey is time to pay it forward, and I'm contributing what I can in sweat and funds. Wish it could be more, but if everyone helps out just a little, a lot can be accomplished.
Thank you for your efforts, and Irish luck to your cousin, lovely lass.
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