Having lived in the Midwest for many years, tornadoes were commonplace.

Grab a beer or a pack of cigs and head for the basement.

Wait for the all clear sound of the sirens.

Short lived, for the most part.

Just a violent few minutes of darkness, lightning, and howling winds.

The rain usually came after the immediate danger.

I no longer live in the Midwest.

Last night, there was no siren, no rain, no lightning.

Just the wind.

And what a wind it was.

Sustained at 30 miles an hour, gusting to 50 and 60 miles an hour.

It felt like it would never end.

From midnite til noon, it was frightening.

How can this old house stand the constant barrage of abuse?

What about all the trees in the yard.

The temps were dropping and it was cold.

Would we lose power?

I didn’t sleep last night.

The cats jumped on the bed with me, and I could see that they were nervous.

It was a long 12 hours.

There isn’t much we can do about mother nature.

When she blows, she blows.

She was having an extended tantrum last night, displaying her anger and power in rare form.

This afternoon, the winds have subsided.

The sun is shining.

I don’t see any major damage, and I am thankful for that.

Hey, Mommy Dearest,  can you please cool it for tonight?

This old chicken butt is tired, and needs her beauty rest.

I promise I won’t use any wire hangers.





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