Yesterday in our fair town it was 68 degrees. Yes, 25 degrees higher than normal for a late February day. Tomorrow it will be 9 degrees. What happens in between such highs and lows? Nasty storms, that's what. What happens when there is a threat of nasty storms? I worry, worry and worry some more.
Most things don't cause me too much concern, but for some reason I am terrified of storm fronts that threaten high winds or tornadic activity. Put those little rotating rings on the weather map and I am ready to run for cover. I have mentioned before that a tornado struck within a block of my home in January 2000 and with recent touchdowns and destruction in nearby Indiana. . . well, it's just hitting far too close to home.
Also, such damage propels me into long hours at work. So, you see, I dread storms.
Last night we had multiple warnings, winds whipping around the house and many alerts popping up as I tried to knit and watch television. Don't they know that this does nothing more than escalate my fears.
Needing to feel as I was doing something to prepare for the devastation sure to hit us soon, I organized my stuff in anticipation of evacuation to the basement.
Flashlight. Check.
Battery-operated radio. Check.
Pillow. Check.
M&Ms. Check. (I will need sustenance when the house caves in on me.)
Telephone. Check. (So my dad and I can call throughout the storm as I hover cowardly in the basement and he stands on the front porch looking for suspicious clouds.)
Book. Check. (I don't want to get bored while crouched in the corner of our damp basement.)
Purse. Check. (I don't go anywhere without my purse. I might need a tissue, apple-flavored Chapstick or maybe my checkbook.)
Shoes. Check. (Our basement was icky and I wasn't going to seek shelter and ruin my socks.)
Cats. Check. (As if I was going to be able to round up all five of my house mates and convince them to join me in the basement. )
I was ready, ready for sure doom and then it all passed. All I had to show was another knitted face cloth, half a bag of M&Ms and a pile of stuff blocking the basement door. Crisis averted.
Friday, February 17, 2006
Stormfront
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4 comments:
Were they peanut M&M's? You'd need the protein while trapped in the basement.
I can remember my mom putting me behind the couch during bad storms. I have the same issues.
Whenever there was any kind of storm, my mom had me run around as fast as I could to all the televisions in the house and unplug them. I don't do that now, but I believe if my tv blows up my house during a thunderstorm, I will have asked for it.
Also, did y'all have to do hurricane and tornado drills in school? Either under your desk or into the hallway crouched down against the wall covering your head...it's no wonder we're so dang scared now.
Glad to hear you are still with us. There was some wind damage about 30 minutes East of us but we are all okay. I second the peanut M&Ms. They are addicting. ;)
We have no baasement so I have to Convince Yin and Yuri that it is fun for us all to get in the tub dressed!
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