Three days in a row, and three weeks in a row. Tornado alerts prompting kids to assume the storm position in the halls. And yesterday they didn't take it seriously and several refused to cooperate, sitting up or talking. One boy even told me he wanted a tornado to hit. When I asked him if he wasn't concerned about people, including himself, being hurt or killed he told me "he had Jesus." Ohhhh kay.
When I got home, I let the dogs out normally, nothing clued me in to anything out of the ordinary until I noticed no light on the answering machine. Which prompted me to check the clock on the stove, which told me power had been out for an hour. Then the phone rang, and I walked up the street where an apparent tornado had touched down, across the street from my daughter's school (where she was staying late for Drama Club), uprooting multiple trees in a 200 yard long path. Fun.
Power was back on by 6:30, but the trivia league was called off because the staff couldn't get there (lots of traffic lights were out).
Today is clear and cool, and should stay that way, with decent weather through the weekend. But the ugly news from further south just reinforces the idea that "this is not a drill."
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