All our local channels dispensed with regular broadcasting this afternoon to let us know of impending doom: yep, certain death and destruction were headed our way: tornadoes, storms, strong wind and flooding.
Cliff refused to watch their dire predictions, so I went into the bedroom and watched from there. The storm was on a direct path to our house!
When my mom lived here on our property, the word "tornado" sent her into a frenzy; she lived in the mobile home we now rent out, and I'd tell her, "Mother, feel free to go to our basement." And she did, with her little portable radio in hand.
Cliff and I would look at one another and say, "Isn't that cute?"
So today I watched the radar pictures on TV, and fretted and worried. I went upstairs and shut windows. Cliff was trying to watch a movie, but I kept relaying the storm track radar information to him.
Then our daughter called and asked if we were watching the news. And shortly after, the sirens started.
The thunder got loud and the weather-folks said my town was next; I said, "Cliff, don't you think we should go to the basement?"
Now folks, this isn't a basement like you're accustomed to. It's more like a cellar. Our furnace and water heater are down there, but it's a little bitty space with a gravel floor, the size of our kitchen. When it rains really hard, that basement/cellar floods.
Poor Cliff. He didn't want to go, but just to make me happy, he agreed.
Of course I had to take Sadie along. She's never been in that dungeon before, and she slipped out of her collar trying to avoid it. I put the good-dog collar on her and tried again, finally with success.
So the three of us were in the basement, Cliff asking me, "When's the last time you cleaned this place up?"
I went up the steps to peek out, and saw rain coming down in sheets.
Finally our danger time was up, according to the TV and radio; we came back upstairs. Cliff was shaking his head and telling me I had mud on both legs.
"OK Cliff," I said. "Here's the deal: my mom is no longer here to worry about tornadoes. Rachel (our daughter) and I must carry the torch."
At least we got another inch of rain out of this.