I turned into the biggest neurotic ball of FREAK last night when I learned there was a tornado warning for our county all night long. I know I have been through tornado warnings and watches before in Missouri and Texas and Colorado...but I have never been so convinced that my house was going to just blow down.
Maybe it is because our house is made of plastic. Maybe it is because it is up on a hill and when it is windy, we feel like the house is about to fall down--things creak and groan and slam. Maybe it is because I found out our county doesn't have a warning siren anywhere near our house. Maybe it is because I have finally gone off the deep end.
But, whatever it was, I had my flashlight and my battery operated radio by my bed. I slept with the radio ON, tuned to a local country station, all night long, just in case there was an emergency alert that I needed to hear. I don't feel quite well-rested this morning, but the sun is shining and there is no sign of the howling winds from last night, save for a few trash cans rolling around in the street. So, I guess I can just put this behind me. But, y'all. I am going to be some kooky old lady one day, living in a basement closet with a stockpile of Spam and whisky and my six filthy little dogs.
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