Got away with it just a little longer.
Maybe I'm a pessimist, but I have this thing where I figure I'm not so special that only good things will happen to me. Why wouldn't a tornado rip through the farm? It's happened not far from here. To perfectly decent people. It could happen. Lots of awful things happen to nice people and it could all get inflicted on me too.
Yesterday a tornado hit the town of Goderich Ontario, a beautiful little town on the shore of Lake Huron. I love that whole area and have wished at times that my Mennonite ancestors had put down their incredibly strong tough roots there instead of Amish-Mennonite Central here. Not that I don't like the area I grew up in. I love it. Beautiful farm country. It's just that it's also beautiful farm country out there, plus BEACH. Also, real estate prices are waaaay lower.
So basically I have a real appreciation for that area and felt a little sick when I heard on the news that Goderich's gorgeous town square has been reduced to rubble. Giant trees, stripped, gracious Victorian buildings shattered. Over twenty injuries and one death. People left homeless or worse. I fear that shocked and frightened state.
I feel really awful for the people whose lives have just been changed by that twister.
The sky clouded over in the afternoon, and those of us who were at home on the farm here started looking out the windows anxiously when the wind picked up. When I say that, I mean, ME, I was looking out the windows, and by wind I mean so strong the willow trees were bent over. We opened windows to let the air pass through. Houses implode when they're shut up tight against that violent wind. Although I have a feeling a tornado doesn't care whose windows are open. I was looking for sickly green in the sky, things blowing through the air that shouldn't be there. My kids told me I was paranoid. It occurred to me that really I was just dreading going into the cellar for shelter, because the cellar is damp and icky and really unpleasant. Plus Jethro can't stand up straight in there, the ceilings are so low.
We got lucky (again) and didn't have to run down to the cellar to save our lives.
I figured we were safe once the rain started lashing down. Relief. The horses had been out grazing like nothing weird was going on... that alone sort of made me feel like we'd be okay. Maybe I'm all wrong about this but I figure if they are acting weird then we're in big trouble.
By evening the air was all cooled off and you'd never know a storm had just whipped through.
Another weekend without being taken out by a natural disaster. Yay.