Glenda and I are watching TV with a tornado warning scrolling across the top. Can you see us waving from the side door.?
We ate dinner at the Possum Trot and then Glenda drove us home in a torrential rainstorm.
Glenda says, “Hey.” I told her to; it was a trick “hey” but she’s nice would have said hi anyway.
She says if the need arises, she’ll get me up to go to the basement. This is the fourth storm system of the day. The first I encountered on the way down and thought that the hail was going to break my windshield – really. The second was at lunch with Sue and her husband Marshall, Ann, Glenda and the three ladies’ brother Duane.
The third was after the trip to Kingman Fraternal Cemetery (of which I have pictures) and now this green, yellow and red abstract art project.
Oh, yeah, Robert called and there is a limb down over the driveway.
I have to admit I don’t miss living in tornado country. We had one bounce over our house when we lived in Oklahoma… took out trees behind us and a wheat field in front of us. We were untouched but it sure gave us a scare. Now I just live in Hurricane territory….. just doesn’t seem as scary in some ways though.
Stay safe and head to that basement if you have to!