Superdog hates the rain.
I bet she hates tornados even more.
Friday, Superman was taking a shower, and, when he got out, he noticed a text from our preacher’s son: “Are you okay? I just heard a tornado touched down in your neighborhood.”
That’s right. OUR neighborhood. Our 40-house, maybe half-mile encompassing neighborhood. And Superman was taking a shower.
I’m sure my dog was catatonic under the bed.
The next day we checked the damage to our neighborhood, which was extensive. Our house, thankfully, missed all damage. Which is good since we’re already dealing with the ceiling issues and a non-working toilet. I think that’s enough for now. However, across the street from our house, our neighbors’ tree was struck by lightning, and another neighbor has horrible roof damage.
But less than a mile away…
This is not even the brunt of the damage. About three miles in the opposite direction is the true damage. Fences and trees collapsed, power down for three days, trees in the road…it’s insane. I don’t remember when I’ve seen anything like it before.
And it's STILL raining. It's been raining about two months now. We've had just a few days of sunshine. I'm starting to feel like I live in Seattle...or need to build an ark.
Maybe we can use some of those trees that fell down for lumber...