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Saturday, March 15, 2008

Speaking of Tornadoes...

I had a late start this morning, so I didn't get to the gym until almost eleven o'clock. 35 minutes on level 2 hills, 1.9 miles, and three rounds of the circuit room...in case you cared. A woman who was working out in the circuit room mentioned that we were expecting bigger storms than we had last night, supposedly heading right for us. As we spoke, Alabama was being lambasted (not her words, mine) and we should brace ourselves. Well, thanks, Suzy Sunshine! I opted to finish my workout and let the weather sort itself out without my help.

I had to run to the grocery store afterwards. My goodness. People buying cases of water, loaves and loaves of bread. Really, you get hit by a tornado and you want bread and water? I would be stocking up on chocolate and bottled Starbuck's.

While out and about, I called home to see if I needed to add anything to the list. Our roommate was concerned that I wasn't home, the first time. Second time, he said I needed to get my butt home right away. I told T to relay to him that I would get home when I was damn good and ready, and the tornado could just wait for me.

I got home, and a few minutes later, the sky looked quite sullen. I think the storm was cross with me for not being home when it came to call. T and J were watching the local weather, and as T was helping me bring in the groceries, he told me there were reports of funnels all over Gainesville. That's just a few miles north of us. I replied "That's Gainesville and we live in Braselton." If you live 'round here or look at a map, you'll know why that's so funny. If you don't know, well...we may as well be in Gainesville, where weather is concerned. The storm system was ten miles wide, more than enough to cover Gainesville and us with some to spare. Whatever. I was here first.

On the weather map, there wasn't a fraction of an inch small enough to describe how close the tornadoes were to where we live. Looking out the window, you'd never know they were out there. We're fine, didn't even head for the downstairs bathroom, although I think T and J wanted to go. I wanted to eat my lunch. Working out makes me hungry, dang it, and if I am going to get smushed by my house, I'd prefer to do it with a full stomach.

So here I sit, surrounded by storms, inches away from an exclamation point of an afternoon, and what am I doing? Seeking shelter? Watching the weather channel? No and no. I am eating my mostly-veggies Italian sandwich and watching the Mobil One Twelve Hours of Sebring (I have worked in the communications tower for this race - fun, fun, fun!!). Smart, me.

5 comments:

RachelW said...

Yeah.... life is for living, and it ends eventually anyway. Why not enjoy a nice sandwich while waiting for armageddon?

Kyddryn said...

It was a very GOOD sandwich, with spicy mustard and everything. :-)

foolery said...

I get it -- I wouldn't eat any sandwich -- not even a bad one -- in any bathroom.

Seriously, though, I'm glad you're safe. Any more posts after this one, or should I worry?

Kyddryn said...

No worries about us...tornadoes don't like me much, and pass right on over or around. I guess I scare them. I'll post about that some time...it's kinda funny...

Gypsy Guru said...

My oh my... R and T should spend some time together in the bathroom. We had a couple hours of watching the 3-D mapping they do on the local channel and a few panicked mentions of cleaning out the downstairs hall closet in case we all (two adults, a preschooler and an ancient Kitty - more "oh my") had to squeeze inside. And me through all that? Well, I mostly spent the time crocheting and enjoying the sunshine that came around intermitently. Oh, I did rise off my bum and help rearrange the garage when they were reporting huge hail a stone's throw away - we just spent $15K on R's truck and that was a sacrifice of a few minutes I was willing to make to avoid the possibility of extensive (read: expensive) damage. How is it again that people who've lived in this area for so long still get so freaked out by the weather?!?!