If you have been reading my posts, you may remember my take on storm cellars. But I have learned never to say never. On my own, I'm just not getting into one of those concrete holes in the ground, but when you have the life of a grandchild in your hands, what you will or won't do flies right out that proverbial window.
I had my four year old grandson with me Saturday afternoon when we were running an errand. I thought I was going away from the storm. The storms were supposed to be going east and I was going north. I actually thought the storms would pass south of us before time to return home. WRONG!!!
As we started home, it became obvious to me that we were going to collide with at least one of the storm systems, so I had to go to be plan B. Like I ever have a plan of any kind much less a plan B. I knew daughter#2 and her two girls were in the storm cellar at her father-in-laws house, and I had to get us someplace out of my small suv, and I thought that cellar would be the best place for us to go.
It was raining extremely hard when we got there and I could see the wall cloud forming just to the southwest of us. We ran for the cellar, put Ivan in, and before I knew what was happening, I was being pulled from one direction and pushed from the other and voila, I was in that cellar! When two strong men decide to put you somewhere, you just don't argue.
This made a total of 6 adults, 5 children and a dog in that small box. And here's what I'm thinking--if a huge tree or two or three falls on this box, they won't know whose arms belong to who else's body. We would be one large blob. We'd look kinda like the cars when they come out of the big crusher, just one big retangle.
My daughter and I were both standing. No place to sit... and she leaned to me and said,'I can't believe you are in here'. I whispered, 'it's only because of Ivan that I'm in here. His mother would never forgive me if I got him killed.'
Daughter#1 asked on Sunday if anyone had noticed whether hell had frozen over, because she knew that would be the only time I would get into a storm cellar.
Like I said in the beginning, you'll do anything for your grandchildren.
Fortunately, we didn't have any damage, and were able to go on about our business. A little damp, but safe.
Whether you were celebrated or whether you were being thankful for your mother, I hope everyone had a wonderful Mother's Day.
Have a great Monday. Do something silly. Make someone laugh.