This is what I've been dreading since January - some big nasty storm cell all slipping in like Jaws and raining down havoc; literally. And I can't say which storm was scarier - last September's or this year's. With the last storm, a tornado was heading right for us. This storm, a tornado was heading right for us and was only three minutes from us... and we didn't even know! Our storm radio had decided not to work, and once the electricity went out that was it, we were in the dark both figuratively and literally. There was wind, rain, lots of noise then, silence. The sirens had stopped, and when the sirens (and wind and rain) stop that means the worst is over. As far as damage, the power was down and we had a few branches in our yard, but overall we honestly thought it hadn't been that bad.
Then we go to church the next day and find out a tornado had hit Oaklawn. That's just down the street from us! *headdesk*
But on the positive side - I suppose - at least it was a small tornado and didn't last for friggin' ever, not like the mile-long puppy that tore through Clearwater. The biggest concern once that bigger tornado had lifted was it dropping right back down on top of us. It had been on the ground for a long time and it was big enough that you actually see its shape on the radar.
There were some injuries, one death (but from a heart attack, not the tornado), and the usual tornadic destruction with downed power lines and uprooted trees - and I mean uprooted.
Ugh, I hate this time of year.
Although the real highlight of the evening was our partially blind, deaf, uncoordinated Shelty Sara's back-end sliding into the subpump. Poor dog, looking like a confused rabbit popping out of its hole. Kind of wish we thought to take a picture, though. It had lightened the mood considerably for a time.
Then we go to church the next day and find out a tornado had hit Oaklawn. That's just down the street from us! *headdesk*
But on the positive side - I suppose - at least it was a small tornado and didn't last for friggin' ever, not like the mile-long puppy that tore through Clearwater. The biggest concern once that bigger tornado had lifted was it dropping right back down on top of us. It had been on the ground for a long time and it was big enough that you actually see its shape on the radar.
There were some injuries, one death (but from a heart attack, not the tornado), and the usual tornadic destruction with downed power lines and uprooted trees - and I mean uprooted.
Ugh, I hate this time of year.
Although the real highlight of the evening was our partially blind, deaf, uncoordinated Shelty Sara's back-end sliding into the subpump. Poor dog, looking like a confused rabbit popping out of its hole. Kind of wish we thought to take a picture, though. It had lightened the mood considerably for a time.
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Date: 2012-04-17 03:00 pm (UTC)From:Glad to hear you're all right! :)