10:00PM, Sunday, September 10, 2017
“It Was a Dark and Stormy Night . . .”
. . . when Hurricane Irma decided to pay a call. The knock (on the roof) occurred at about ten o’clock, well before the witching hour, but not before the witch–that being Irma–decided it was the perfect time to say hello.
When we answered the door, we found a tower of greenery on our front steps and got a face full of driving rain, as well. Mark figured he’d go out through the garage, instead. Upon opening the door between the laundry room and the double garage, however, he was brought up short by a pretty grim sight. Eeek! (That bright light is from a fluorescent ceiling fixture laying on the car, because astonishingly, we never once lost power!)
It seems that scamp, Irma, had chosen to drop a tree on our house, ripping a hole through the garage roof, rafters, and attic floor, and dropping a large percentage of all three on top of our 2017 Honda–with a few goodly sized bits and pieces landing on Mark’s vintage 1967 VW van, Victor Willie. Lucky us. Over the course of a week, btw, the damage worsened as the tree settled and boxes of stored items fell out of the attic and onto the cars. Plus, rain continued to pour into the garage off and on for days.
While Victor Willie may have sustained mostly cosmetic damage, the Honda could very well be a total loss. We don’t know yet, as we can’t open the mangled garage door and actually examine them–something that “Jake from State Farm” is extremely worried about, if the number of phone calls are any indication. Alas, Jake will have to wait to inspect our cars until our Homeowner’s engineer or adjustor shows up to take a look at the structural damage and help us get a General Contractor. Someone will have to oversee builders, electricians, plumbers, and roofers for the next few months, as repairs get underway. 😦
Meanwhile, my decrepit old PT Cruiser, which we left outside as the least valuable of the vehicles, didn’t receive a scratch, and is our only transportation now. 😦 Go figger!
As we watched daily for a week, the weight of the fallen tree settled lower and lower onto the garage, causing more damage to structure and contents with every tick of the clock.
Tick . . .
Tick . . .
TICK . . .
The View from Our Front Door, Down the Drive to the Street.
The View From the Street UP the Drive to the Front Door.
The View of the Garage, Buried Under Our Neighbor’s Laurel Oak
The View of the Rest of the Tree Between Our House and Our Neighbor
The Continuing to Worsen Mess Inside the Garage.
The View From the Back Yard Looking Over the Fence at The Downed Tree
After almost a week of looking at all of this, and no response from the insurance company (which was slammed by even more severely damaged homes all over the state), I was beginning to feel a wee bit stressed. Read, tearing my hair out, and unable to sleep, for fear the tree would continue to settle lower and lower. Was there no one left in the state who could help prevent more damage, and/or bodily injury, as things continued to collapse?
PART TWO COMING SOON:
Sound the Bugles! The Cavalry Arrives!