More tornadic storms too close for comfort on Saturday.
Saturday morning we woke up to rumbling skies which cleared into a very hot, humid afternoon and evening. Early evening all heck broke loose.
For most of the afternoon, I had Scooter either tied up or in his stall because he needed a vaccination booster, the horse shoer was scheduled, Scooter needed a heavy duty bug spray treatment, and a good grooming. Just general ‘horse-keeping’ so to speak. Hubs and the boys were doing yard work at home and at Bubba’s yard jobs.
Bubba had a double-header in Keystone scheduled at 2pm but it was pushed back until 6 pm because of the severe thunderstorms to the South of us. We had all planned on going until the games were rescheduled. It is over an hour away and 11 pm is too late for Wee One to be out and about. I had planned on going so hubs could stay home but hubs said he wanted to so (I went to the last double-header that lasted until 11:30 pm) I guess he figured it was his turn. I am not a huge baseball fan. Hubs loves baseball so he enjoys it more than I.
Anyhow, I get the family on the road to the game. Wee One helps me finish our evening barn chores and we go inside. I give Wee his bath and dinner and his nite-time meds. I do some laundry and notice Wee One is out like a light, he was pooped out. I glance out the kitchen window looking at the pasture to notice the ominous weather approaching. Then I see Scooter come galloping up to the barn and Freddie speeding around bucking like crazy.
I thought this was weird because as soon as Scooter was turned out he trotted off to the back 30 acres to eat where hubs had brush-hogged. The grass would be easy for Scooter to reach and he was wanting to graze since I kept him busy better part of the day.
I step out onto the front porch and hear the tornado sirens going off in our tiny town. Sh*t!
Hmmmm. Back indoors I go and check the TV. Yep, sure enough, tornados are forming and I could possibly be in th e direct path. Double sh*t!
I go back outside to have another looksie.
Yeah I know. I should just listen to the weatherman on TV telling me to seek cover immediately but I gotta SEE it for myself.
Maybe take a photo like the one below…..yep thats the storm.
I sorta wander around in my long driveway debating on whether to roust Wee One from his deep slumber and dash over to the in-laws safe room or tough it out in the possibly snakey cellar.
Deciding towards jumping in the car and speeding into town to the inlaws I start walking back towards the house when a county sheriff deputy (didnt know the guy, he is a newbie but lives in our tiny town) comes speeding down my driveway off the county road. His lights blazing and siren blaring, Deputy does a u-turn in my drive and hollers for me to get inside or get into a shelter.
Duh! I had already made that decision, guess I wasnt moving fast enough for him.
Only this would happen to me……..
I suppose the Deputy saw me wandering around looking stupid and thought I needed instructions. After doing the U-turn and getting back onto the road, I saw him turning into the goat rancher’s drive way.
Maybe they were wandering around looking stupid in their front yard too.
Truthfully, the Deputy was just notifying people who live on the outskirts of our tiny town. Just doing his job. Enough poking fun at Barney Fife.
Inside I go, mule pack Wee One to the car. Over to the inlaws we race until the coast was clear. Wee One slept thru it all and I had to carry him the whole way-in/out of the car and in/out of the houses. Luckily, Wee One is still about 15 pounds lighter than a sack of horse feed.
Stooooooooopid weather interrupted my relaxing evening. Why did I ever move to tornado alley anyways? It never really bothered me until I had kids to look after-dang.
Of course the whole time, hubs is calling my cell phone wondering what was going on because he heard on the radio about the tornados. Geesh, calling once was fine but 5 times is a little excessive.
I have a love/hate relationship with my cell phone.
I love it because I depend on it so much but damn I hate it when people are always bothering me thru it.
Come to think of it…….I have a love/hate relationship with hubs. Oh, I’m getting nasty so I’ll quit right now.
Marv wants a belly rub.
Bubba won both games. No home runs because he was purposefully walked! So not fair-he was never thrown a strike or even a pitch he could possibly hit. Bubba was a bit disgusted as was the other home-run hitter on his team. The other good hitter was walked each time he batted-isnt there a rule against that some where???
It been thunderstorming since before daylight……..not sure if it ever quit from last night.
Off to do a little sun dance and see it he’s listening.