Yesterday most of us went to work at Patricia and David's house. They made it through the hurricane in their attic but lost their dog, and now they're in a FEMA trailer while their house is being rebuilt. Here's a picture to get an idea of where they were during the storm:

It's just a couple of feet high, sweltering hot and hard to breathe. Patricia said they couldn't move around much because they had to avoid the insulation. I felt around up there and I'm honestly not sure where they were able to sit, because I was touching insulation everywhere.

One more picture, here's their Bible. When we first went into the house it was just like this, right in the middle of the front room set up on a stepladder.

Their brother in law lives right around the corner. His house is a little further along, so he has a toilet back in and plumbed. He came over and invited us all over to use it when we needed. I walked over there at one point yesterday, and before I made it over I started talking to another neighbor. The next thing I knew he was inviting me in to use the bathroom in the trailer behind his house. It's humbling how grateful and generous everyone down here is, especially thinking about all the things I've been grumpy about since Thursday.

(Hi Mom - I know you're reading. I guess I'll be seeing you in Eugene!)
/Ann