Instead of a picture, visualize this:
15 months after the Storm, our front yard has fill dirt but looks awful. I wait for the neighborhood "pretty patrol" to send us a note asking why our lawn is gone when our neighbors' yards are "back to normal".
The messed up edge of our roof isn't repaired.
We have old doors leaning up against our house.
Bricks salvaged from Mr.C's blown-away office rest in our driveway.
Back fence isn't repaired.
Shed-held-together by dirt dauber spit is standing, impervious to physics.
Why haven't we gotten more done?
The reliable work crew we use is busy repairing homes for people who CAN'T EVEN LIVE IN THEIR HOMES YET. That's why.
We don't qualify to use the work teams coming down from churches. According to my ethics, these great volunteers are here to help people without resources.
We think we can finance our repairs when we get the reliable work crew back.
I can't do the work we need. Mr.C is too busy to do the work. We look like a mess.
When the elderly, poor and disabled are fixed, then we will be fixed. Until then, we look like we don't care. We DO care.
When my best pal from Way Way up North comes to see me, I'm embarrassed that we look pretty much as we did last year. Our home survived the Storm so we are better off than many in our neighborhood but we sure look dreadful right now.
Got the picture? Good! I'm tired of seeing.