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.
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So glad you made it through. I have parents who stand in the front yard when storms blow through. This weekend's storm system was awesome in power. It ravaged my home town and many of my friends homes were destroyed, some killed just horrible. Kind of came out of the blue for some who were driving.
Hope you had a great Mother's Day.
I am thankful you are safe. Those storms are so unpredictable, but what is predictable is...you will do anything for the sake of a child. You proved it once again. Love is strong and unconditional. Happy Monday
I was lucky enough to have a basement when I was little, and always thought going to the basement with my sleeping bag and some toys was a fun thing.
Unfortunately - we do NOT have a basement now, and have the fun of cramming three children into a coat closet next the the stairs with my Hunkahubby and I sitting just outside the door.
My next house will have a basement . . . furnished . . .
LOL! Hope yesterday was a great day for you!
I'm so happy that you were safe during the worst of that storm system. I am so scared of those kinds of things, and our Minnesota tornade season is here. Fortunately, our new apartment is partially below ground, and I am thrilled that I have a safe corner I can go to, after I move the rocking chair and lamp, that is. Stay safe! And I'm going to link to you, if that's okay with you!
~marge~
oh my goodness that sounds scary. Glad everything turned out alright.
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