I talked to son Chris in Appleton who says he, Tisha and Evan are in the basement. When they bought the house, the inspector raved over the solid basement and the exceptionally strong walls, so I expect they are quite safe there. They are snuggled into the futon down there, reading Evan his bedtime books. It's relief to know they are being sensible...unlike us.
We thought about going into the basement here, but one of the disadvantages of living in this old house is that in the wettest springs, the water seeps through cracks. It's not a flood but sitting in the dampness did not appeal to us. We'll take our chances with a twister.
It reminds me of my great aunt Mabel who once went out on her porch to watch a tornado approach Oshkosh. She was in her mid-80s and in poor health. She had never seen a tornado before and "what's the worst it can do, kill me?" It missed her by two blocks. "It was real pretty," she reported.
But it is night time here so we would never see a tornado before it hit us. We might hear the "choo-choo-choo" sound as it revolved, but that time it would be too late for us to do anything about it.
Friends send instant messages wondering what is going on here. It used to be when we were in tornado alert we sat in the basement totally out of touch with the outside world. Now we sit at our laptops and communicate. What a wonderful new world.
It's all past us now, unless something happens in the middle of the night. We won't know. We're going to bed.
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