Everyone who remembers "tornado drill" in elementary school, raise your hand. I remember Seymour, and marching single file into the beige ceramic tiled walls of the hallway, sitting down with your feet drawn toward your body, knees up, and your head resting face down on your knees with hands and arms locked over and behind your head. Last night, we did it for real here.
We were standing in the breezeway talking when Shea came out and said tornado on the ground in Throckmorton and moving our direction. I had earlier in the day been thinking about preparations as the predictions were more storms and worse storms than the night before. Sis already had a plan and we went to work getting pillows and blankets in the hallway, chair for mother, and moving anything deemed a sharp projectile. All the hall doors close except the one from dad's room to the hall way. We moved the chest in his room so we could roll his bed over to the far wall and his head as close to the hallway as we could get. It left just enough space for sis to stand in the hall and be next to dad. We had a large wedge pillow that was placed between the rail and his head, and drapes were closed against the blinds at the double windows. Dad was not at all happy to have his drapes closed as one of his pleasures is to look out those windows at the small part of the outside world he still can see.
We watched the storm's movement across the county toward us, and when they announced the "take shelter in the next 5 minutes" we moved into action. The TV lost power, and the Internet went down, so we could not track anything, but I could still text with Randy. He monitored the radar for us, and gave us updates. Finally, he said it appeared to have moved south of us.
Life really is a circle and a cycle and a system.