pics from the south
This nasty mold boldly greeted us as we entered the house. It was everywhere.
Loads and loads of drywall, lath, and plaster to be taken out, w/ an occasional bath or toilet.
That pile, folks, is the fruit of our labor. That nifty picnic table ramp is the fruit of Chris' labor which made our laborious efforts less laborous.
Us in our non-breatheable Tyvek suits which so nicely stored puddles of sweat in our booties until the end of the day when we could wring our socks out.
Final product: studs.
Here are some houses that were in the section closest to where the levee broke. It really struck home when I saw a doll baby or an afgan or other personal items in the rubble heaps. This is reality for many families! And it's 10 months after the hurricane!
Here are some of the vehicles.