Tuesday April 3rd, 2011 was an interesting day, if you define interesting as “oh God, oh God, I’m gonna die.” Extremely glad I lived through it, along with 6,371,773 of my closest friends. That’s the population of the Dallas/Fort Worth metroplex as of the 2010 census. Most of the time I love living in North Texas. It’s just those pesky 2 or 3 days a year that get so wild and crazy you need a change of pants.
The weatherman said “chance of storms, some severe.” Yea yea, how many times have we heard that? It might hail, rain, or it might rains frogs. The sun may shine so hard it melts the patio furniture. Go away you bother me, Mr. Weatherman. Well, we all got our comeuppance yesterday. Mr. Weatherman got it right.
Warning sirens started blaring and they sound scary as hell. Lemme tell ya! No sound effects in any of the scary movies made lately came up with anything scarier. Then, all of the sudden the damn tornados started dropping out of the sky. Excuse me, I’m really not in the mood for this! Could you go elsewhere, storm? I would really appreciate it. Didn’t sleep well last night and was in the mood to vegetate, NOT contemplate where in the house to hide to increase my chances of surviving the remains of this day.
Dallas/Fort Worth got hammered. Hundreds of people are homeless. But, thank God, no one was killed. That is the true miracle here. Brother and sister-in-law are looking at replacing their roof for the 4th time in 15 years. Her shiny red beamer was totally destroyed by hail the size of baseballs.
I found myself cast into instant solidarity with six million neighbors. A potential disaster is the great equalizer. Everyone single person in the area is thinking the exact same thing. “Oh crap, it might just rain a little, or a twister might decide to squat on my head and I lose everyone I love and everything I own in 5 minutes. All that decides it is the luck of the draw.” Sheesh!
Mr. Husband and I were extremely fortunate. At our house the only thing that happened was a few rose petals fell of my rose-bush. We suffered mutual semi-nervous breakdowns. I hunkered in the bathroom with my most prized possessions, my wedding ring, laptop, and purse. Hub-man brought his pistol and our tax returns.
The morning after was one of the most beautiful mornings I’ve ever seen. Mother Nature painted the day with a delicate silk brush. Gentle breezes, birds singing, butterflies flitting. Hadn’t realized how scared I was until I looked around and realized how crystal clear and wonderful everything looked, and sounded. Nothing like having the patooty scared out of me to realize how much I love life.