Devestation

The tree was about 80 feet tall.  The roots, outside now, are taller than I am.  I couldn’t put my arms around the trunk in the foreground.

It’s a co-worker’s house.  The tree destroyed it.  About a dozen of us joined her and her family tonight in packing what could be salvaged and moving it into a POD temporarily.  At this point, she doesn’t know what’s going to happen; she’s waiting on word from the insurance company.

It was hard work.  We had to get things out before the storms came.  And storms did come, though not over her home: whilst I was helping here, a tornado (or not a tornado, depending on who you talk to) tore through my neighborhood.  I didn’t know until I reached all the swirling police lights.  It apparently put a tree through someone’s home.  It did not come far enough down the road to reach me.

I’m tired.