This past Saturday night was an eventful one. The weather turned bad at about 4 p.m. so I lit the grill and threw on the steaks. At about 5 p.m., our lights started to flicker so I quickly warmed up the extras in the microwave; 10 minutes into our supper, we lost electricity.

Thirty minutes later, my mom called with a frantic voice: “Are you okay?”
I responded, “Of course, why?”

As we were bragging about how good our steak and bacon was from the grill, a tornado touched down just a half mile west of our house. Our neighbors lost a shed door and metal shingles, my brother’s pivot was a bit crunched, and our friends’ trampoline was in the creek and half of their grill is still missing. This is just part of the tornado path up the hill from us. And the wind blew 70 mph the remainder of the night and all through the next day.

We’d looked out the window and saw rain coming from two different directions but never did hear a thing, even with the silence of having no electricity!

So we hopped in the truck and drove around (and we met half the county doing the same) to take a look at the damage and make sure our neighbors and my grandparents were okay. Luckily, the shed was the worst of it…and I say luckily because of what happened in Oklahoma, Kansas and Iowa that same night.

I’m a little gun-shy for what’s to come with the rest of the summer and our crazy weather. I wanted to get my son and his sleeping bag and sleep in our safe room – regardless of the fact it has a cold, tile floor!

Until we walk again …