Didgeridoo Boy burst into the bedroom and woke me at 2.30am telling me I had to go to the bathroom. This confused me greatly, but he explained that he had just witnessed a tornado scoot up the road we live on. I complied, Totsi the Dog in tow, while he ran around the house trying to find the Foot Foot Kitty, who was hiding from the surreal, high-pitched roaring of the storm. He gave up on hiding in the bathroom, and started explaining what he had seen - while talking to a friend in Tennessee online, conditions had gone from completely calm to extremely high winds with pelting rain and trees bowing in different directions in a horrifyingly low pattern. A large crape myrtle in our back yard flattened itself onto the deck, but made it, while a series of pine trees along the sides of the road twisted and snapped like mad.
Once the worst had blown over, Didge walked up to the entrance of our neighborhood and talked to some of the response personnel on hand. Power lines were snapped into sections, with one somehow managing to wind itself around a tree. He asked how bad everything was overall, and one of them told him things were "pretty f___ed up". After that, he and I watched what was happening in the road off our deck.
Our power came back on by 11.00am, so we got off really easy in that department. No damage save a freaking ton of limbs, twigs, and doo dad blossom things from the oak trees that were embedded all along our front steps and anywhere else they could work their way in. Didge went to help my stepdad clean up the mess in the yard at my parents' place while I cleaned up everything here - - I can highly recommend stomping limbs to K.C. and the Sunshine Band being blasted through an iPod.
And now? I am going to have a damned beer.
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