So, we had 62 tornadoes touch down in North Carolina on Saturday.
That was, um, interesting.
I knew that we’d probably have some bad weather but wasn’t too concerned because our typical pattern sends storms to the north of us.
I was wrong.
The wind started picking up in the middle of the afternoon and the tornado watch alert popped up on the television, but I kinda’ ignored it because we never get that kind of bad weather in our neck of the woods, but it wasn’t too long before I noticed that the weatherman was using words like “dire emergency” and “life-threatening” and started to realize that the storm track looked to be headed right towards our part of town.
I didn’t want to alarm the kids but gave them a heads up that when I said it was time to go to the closet, I really meant it. I’m from Oklahoma – we don’t mess around with tornadoes – and, of course, that’s all it took for one to begin wailing that he was too young to die.
Which really added to the zen calm that already permeated the atmosphere.
Those of you who know us personally will have no problem guessing which one of the kids that was.
And yes, the lament was delivered with every bit of drama as you can imagine.
Within a few minutes they were telling the ENTIRE city to take shelter, so I herded the boys into their bedroom closet and immediately regretted that I hadn’t made them take a shower the night before.
I could tell when the tornado got close because the windows started rattling and the rain and wind were so fierce that I couldn’t see past the first tree in the front yard. I was watching the radar on my iPhone (hooray for the Weather Channel app) and started to relax a little because I could see that it was going to skirt to the south of us. I wasn’t too concerned at that point about the house blowing away but I was steeling myself to see a tree come through the roof. Fortunately that didn’t happen and after a few minutes of very close togetherness and some forced cheerfulness on my part to keep the troops together, I saw the sky brighten and knew we were in the clear.
We went out to survey the damage, but other than some tree limbs down and debris in the yard from other people’s homes that were demolished, we were unscathed.
The boys were relieved to live to see another day and we spent the rest of the afternoon watching the news of the destruction that occurred just miles from our home.
God is so good.
And of course, Mr. CPQ was out of town.
He always misses the fun.
Have a nice day.