Tornado watches meant little to me. Warnings moved me more, making me watchful. This season of multitudinous, vicious storms has changed my attitude. Last night when I heard that funnel clouds were dancing the hokey pokey in the skies around Dallas, I took notice. Our living room and bedroom have windows that stretch almost from the floors all the way to the ceilings on the outside walls. That’s a lot of glass when you think about a tornado sweeping in. I love our second-story view of the treetops swaying in the wind and the light from these windows. Last night I wished they were strong walls.
My husband and I (and Shady the cat) joined other residents on the first floor in the TV room for a few hours, waiting for these wannabe tornadoes to fizzle out. Finally, the tornado warnings ended. We went to bed.
Severe storms apparently visited us during the night, and in the morning a friend knocked on our door to tell me that I needed to come down to the parking lot with my broom and dust pan. A couple of huge hailstones had punctured our rear windshield. I broke out the remaining glass that framed the windshield in case I might have to drive before the repair. What a mess it was to clean up!
My hubby and I are not complaining. Considering the damages and losses that others have sustained from tornadoes this year, we would be ashamed to be anything but thankful.