Wednesday, March 19, 2008

Don't Know Why There's no Sun up in the Sky, Stormy Weather

This was my yard about 7:30AM this morning. There's no place for it to go, and there is seep water coming from the river nearby. The levee would have to break before my house is in any danger, but I'm thinking about getting a fishing pole.

I went outside last night at the risk of life and limb to make pictures of the scary looking clouds. I did this while the tornado sirens were blaring, and the weatherman on tv was saying, 'go to your safe place'.

I got one picture, but it wasn't light enough to tell anything about it. If I had a fancy, smancy copy of photoshop--no, even if I did, I couldn't make it viewable.

Speaking about that safe place. Unfortunately, I am just a bit claustrophobic -- well, that and the fact that I was dragged to a storm shelter made of cross ties and dirt as a child. I hated the smell, and had a terrible fear that I would be buried alive. I can remember promising myself that when I was old enough to decide for myself whether or not to go into a storm house, I would adamantly refuse, and have done so for about 40 years.

We had a lot of storm warnings last night. It was just beginning to hit as I left work at 5:00. That passed, and then about 10:20, it started again.

I don't like storms, I'd be crazy to say otherwise. But I'm fascinated with the lightening. I'm absolutely mesmerized by it. I think about how quickly it flashes and then is gone. I expect the next coming of Christ to be similar.

We had storm damage to the north of us. Up in the hills, there has been flooding. With all the rain, trees were uprooted, and anytime trees are uprooted, power lines come down. My oldest daughter who lives north of here, was without power for a while, but it was back on by about 7:30PM.

What do you do when bad weather comes? Do you stay in your house and hope you make it through-kinda like me? Do you have a storm shelter or basement? What about when you were a kid?

Our bad weather ritual when I was a kid was that my mother(who was deathly afraid of storms) would walk the floor from one window to another. She would finally convince my dad that we should take shelter. Shelter was that storm house I described above which was about 3 miles away. Oh, and did I mention that to get to it, we had to drive on a road that was atop a levee. We were taken from our beds, herded into a pickup truck to make the trip. What kept us from being blown off that levee was nothing short of a miracle.

We arrived at the house where the storm shelter was, and were allowed inside with my aunt, uncle and three cousins. Now from the time I can remember, the first thing I needed to do when I first woke up was to go to the bathroom. And I know you are thinking, 'A storm shelter with a bathroom?' Not hardly! So there I was, already wet from getting into and out of the truck, and needing to go to the bathroom. I would whisper this into my mother's ear, which my dad always heard, and promptly would berate me for being a problem. Everyone would be nice and let me get into the area that was already wet, so I could tinkle. Those are awful memories, so you can see why I choose to let it rain and try my best to ignore it.

Hopefully, not everyone who reads this will have had such a bad exprience. But tell me about your bad weather experiences anyway. You know how nosey I am. So please, fess up. Make me feel better about mine.


Lisa J said...

Oh my, I live in the middle of tornado alley so I have lots of dealins with the storm sirens and shelters etc. It is just a part of my life every spring. And honestly I can remember tornados in Dec that did massive amounts of damage. I have lived in eastern, western and now back to eastern Oklahoma. But while in Enid tornados happened around us all the time during the spring. As a police officer I was responsible for watching the weather, warning citizens and testing sirens every week during the spring. I can remember bringing home a new baby in April and having to run to grandma Pat's house to get in the storm cellar. This after having a c-section. Not much fun. Later in life we had one of the only homes in the area with a full basement (yes that included a bathroom!). So everytime the warnings came on for our area our home became the hangout for many families. I would even go gather the older people in my neighborhood and bring them to safety with me. We would all go down to the basement where I would always have soda on hand, plenty of seating with sofas, bean bag chairs and radios and tv. Long as we had electricity. We made good friends with these "parties". Our house was a place where people could go even if we were not home. Most of them knew the code to the garage and they would call us and run to our house. When we built our new home and moved to the country we missed all that. But even with building a new home, never put in a storm shelter. I guess I just don't have enough sense to be scared. I would rather be out watching and chasing.

Wonderful World of Weiners said...

Does having ten thousand feet of snow count? (may be a bit of an exageration!)

We are being buried alive!!!

Hallie :)

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