Only in Texas would photos of hot summer days in the wading pool be followed by photos of freakishly large hail. Last Wednesday, we had a brief--but destructive--hail storm in Lakewood, and the neighborhood is still recovering. The hail we saw ranged from pebble-size to tennis-ball size, and it covered everything. It was shocking how much damage it did--leaves and branches were everywhere, car and house windows were shattered, and almost everyone in our area is getting a new roof. Luckily, we were eating dinner over in University Park and missed the whole thing. But driving back into Lakewood was quite a shock. We thought at first that a tornado had ripped through the area. We were relieved when we heard it was a hailstorm, until we remembered that my mom's car was parked outside of my house. It was parked under a tree, so it didn't have any broken windows, but it was pretty banged up. Our house survived amazingly well, with no broken windows and (so far as we know--the roofers haven't come yet) no roof damage. As Charlie so artfully remarked, what a "big big mess."