Hi Ladies! Going to keep this short since I am so tired and just not thinking clearly. We are OK but I think I have to leave the house because I am coughing and think it is from the mold and filth. I hope you don't mind, but I'm pasting a note I sent to other friends below. Can someone please share with the Secret Pal folks?
You'll have to forgive me if I sound confused. I am not thinking clearly. Just
looking at everything is more than the mind can take in. We walked up to the
boardwalk two days ago. There are two main road here, Park Avenue and Broadway.
Broadway looked like something from an armageddon movie. Mountains of sand, road
caved in and ponds of water, weird foamy crap blowing. Most of the board walk is
gone as is the sand and the ocean is ... well, the fancy pants condo owners
REALLY have oceanfront property now. Cars tossed here, there and everywhere.
Chunks of house.
You look at stuff and wonder, what am I looking at? The landscape is like one of
those children's puzzle books. "Can you guess what this is?" We have posts from
an emergency lane on the beach in our front yard and piece of a local
restaurant.
My business is destroyed. But then again, so is most of my house. Rod has to
work and when Blaze was ill, I had to do what I could myself. We got two sofas
out tons of soak books, but I haven't even begun to scratch the surface. The
refrigerator and deep freeze tipped over and were floating. We did have oil
lamps and water and lots of canned food but I learned a lot in the process which
I will share at some other time.
There are mountains of stuff in the malls. No one is clearing it away. People
parked their cars up on the grassy malls in the middle of the street but they
were covered and are destroyed including the car we just got for Blaze. FEMA is
towing them away and there is a rumor that they will pay book value. But who
knows if that is true. Cars were going on fire all over including Blaze's friend
who stayed with us. They shorted out and burst into flame. An awful stink.
Now there is another stink. It is good to be away from it and breathing fresh
air.
I tried to file with FEMA online but need a checking account number and ... duh
... don't have one with me.