Fellow blogger Dale of Mostly Cajun reports on the aftermath of Hurricane Rita’s rampage through SW Louisiana as it directly affected him:
I got into my own van and headed to my house. I’d lost shingles and the chimney to my fireplace and the old TV antenna, in addition to some corrugated steel off my workshop. I’d brought a portable generator to power up my freezer and refrigerator so I wouldn’t lose any food. I connected that up and had them both running.
Further exploring the house, I found that I had water dripping inside from the damaged roof, so I spread some pans around to catch the drips and headed to my office to get a wet-vac and a ladder so I could suck up the water and put one of those blue tarps over the damaged roof.
When I got back, smoke was pouring out of my house. I called 9-1-1 to report the fire. After I finished reporting, I ran to the house to see if I could break in windows to let out my cats, but the smoke and the fierce heat coming off the building were so much that I couldn’t get within a few yards.
The local fire department responded very fast, but when they got there, the community water system was dry, killed by Hurrican Rita. They called for assistance from several nearby fire departments who transported water in, but the house was a total loss.
Did you ever think about what you lose? Four loyal pets…irreplaceable. Itty, Splot, Mollie, Callie, my four cats… Mom and Dad’s photo albums… photos of the past 80 years. My library…books I’d acquired over the past twenty-odd years. My gun collection… Personal papers… On and on and on… All gone. Devastation is an over-used word. I use it here…
Damn, Dale. What can I do to help?