Thinking about Stuff

… like tornadoes.  Marcy and I drove past some broken trees and a couple of highway signs damaged by the tornado on our way to New York.  One sign was folded down like a crisp pair of pants hanging on a hanger.  The other sign was twisted off to the side, instead of curling over the pike it was bent to the ground and the top part of the sign was nowhere in sight.

Last Wednesday Jake kept track of the tornado for us.  He turned on the TV and advised me to prepare.  I filled up a pitcher of water and put it in the fridge and brought a battery powered camping lantern upstairs.

I wasn’t worried.  I am a mellow person and have never having been in a tornado I lacked respect.  In hindsight I think I should have upgraded to a Code Yellow.