Chapter 2: May 2011
Connor was glad to be back at home.
When I was walking the dogs around the lake, I noticed this sign:
but I also noticed all these other signs:
Forest Lake neighborhood is coming back. Good news!
When I got to 15th Street, I wished I had not come this way walking with the dogs, because there was no place to walk. We had to wait for traffic lulls and walk in the street.
There used to be wisteria here on this corner. I stopped here just a few days before the tornado and took some photos. Still hard to believe.
facebook update, 1:28 PM
long day in the room of heartbreak
I tried to take some photos of some of the tiny glass shards, just so I would have them to show when I was trying to explain them 5 years later:
I still feel kinda bad complaining about them, but they were the devil to find and get rid of. Not something you want in the antique quilt your grandmother sewed by hand a million years ago.
A guy got pulled over in front of my house after curfew, and he was really upset about it. I could hear him yelling from inside my house. I felt bad for him, but I was also kind of glad the police were patrolling. Everybody in Tuscaloosa was a little bit frustrated and frayed around the edges, and we all had our moments.
Around this time, I started to get really sick and tired of being alone in a pile of trash every day and seeing nothing but piles and piles of debris and rubble lining the street, with fresh new heaps of what used to be people’s lives waiting to be picked up by FEMA. It made me sad, because I saw it all, up close and personal. There were still some recognizable fragments of civilized life, and I really started focusing on those.