And here I thought nothing interesting worth writing about had happened today…
The text from my mom came right before 8pm. “We’re in the basement.”
Tornado sirens. It doesn’t matter that they are 3 1/2 hours away from here, I can still hear them in my imagination.
I hate storms. I’m a confirmed Storm Chicken. I have a Storm Closet at my house and I know how to throw together a very fast Storm Survival Kit. (It usually results in a funny story when I end up in my Storm Closet. I don’t usually behave very gracefully in such situations.)
It’s horrible when it is happening to me. But it is also horrible when it is happening to my family. It’s awful to feel helpless and not know what exactly is going on.
Fortunately, the magic of technology is on my side once again. I can follow their local television weather on Twitter and text them what I see on the radar. They can text back and tell me every five minutes that they are still all right and haven’t blown away. I can send my 91-year-old Grandma a smiley face and a thumbs-up and tell her to hang in there, she is safe.
All clear. Everything is all right where they are, and hopefully the storms will pass on without terrifying too many other people as well.
Spring is lovely, but with the joy also comes the wild weather. I’ll get my helmet ready for the Storm Closet, because it could be my turn next.