No….I wasn’t carried away.
Yes….I was pretty terrified.
No…I wasn’t close to this twister.
Yes, I’m lying, but didn’t know it at the time.
I’m obsessed with driving an hour to get home during thunderstorms. What if I run into a tornado? I get the same answer from everyone I ask {and, yes, they do look at me as if I’m a total idiot}: You turn around and drive in the other direction. I’m too emberrassed to ask what to do after that? I mean, do I follow the traffic laws? The speed limit is 35 through Greenbrier. What if I run out of gas? What if I run out of road? What if I can’t handle driving Thom’s car so fast? Couldn’t I just stop along the way and find a place to hide? There are several homes along the way that have tornado shelters {took me forever to figure out what those mounds with doors were}.
Anyway…there was a twister along HWY 65, which is the road I take to get from Conway, through Greenbrier to HWY 25, which brings me all the way home. I didn’t know it at the time…but there was a spinning funnel of disaster trekking through Clinton, about 15 miles from my turn off of 65. Nice. Good thing I didn’t know. I was already nervous about the ominous looking dark clouds moving across the sky and the lightning shooting down toward the ground.
One storm down….many more to go, I’m told, since this isn’t even tornado season. If only I could click my heels three times to get home.
love to all,
g
