Last night I was curled up in bed, happily reading my Kindle, when Kevin strode in and turned on the light. It was 11 p.m. and he announced that there were tornado warnings for our area.
We woke up all the kids and trundled down to the basement, where our storage room is a very safe space from damaging storms. It's made out of poured concrete and is wonderfully protected.
And we sat there for over half an hour. Outside the rain poured down and the lightning flashed and the thunder roared, but we were safe. We went back to bed around 11:45 or so, though I came down and sat in the family room until 12:45 a.m. because the tornado sirens kept howling.
We left the basement because the worst of the storm had passed us. We were fine. Our irises were annoyed, but we had no other damage.
Only 10 miles away or so, a tornado touched down and destroyed an Aldi's, a pet supply store, and a Chik-Fil-A! Kevin saw another area where a section of trees had been knocked down. So this was a very big storm, a very dangerous storm, and we are blessed and grateful that we didn't sustain damage or even lose electricity.
My heart goes out to those who were affected. Many will be cleaning up for some time, there have been some injuries and one fatality, and some people probably lost their jobs with businesses being so damaged.
One curious reality is that during the storm, debris from damaged homes and businesses leaped into the air, cavorted in the currents, and eventually came down in our yard. We've found fiberglass insulation and building foam and a board or two.
Again, big storm.
Thankful we are OK.
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