Work that wit!
Turning ordinary experiences into an entertaining read.
Oklahoma should come with a warning label, Wind, Earthquakes, Tornados! Though it sounds like hell (or at least the plagues of Moses) I did enjoy living there.
Now, when I say Tornados, I’m talking about looking straight down the barrel of Tornado alley. There’s a Tornado season, in fact, Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter and Tornado.
One particular stormy night, watching the storm trackers racing all over the Oklahoma city area (including down my block) as tornados touched down in every direction.
Local Facebook friends including Vicki, kept calling for updates from friends to make sure we were all still ok and urging us into cellars.
Our son, Jimmy, was on his way from Texas with his wife and the baby but thankfully had been delayed. We were riveted, not only for our own safety but also for our son Cody, in Kansas. The line of storms hitting us stretched all the way to him.
We’d stalled the horses and prayed, charged the phones, set out candles and waited. Then, the sirens went off as one touched down within a couple miles and was heading straight for us. My husband yelled for me to get to the shelter. I didn’t want to go! Our mini schnauzer would be fine in my arms but I feared we’d never get our great dane, Gus, down into the shelter and I couldn’t bare to leave him behind!
My Husband leashed him and lead the way. Throwing open the door. We were aghast! Our yard between the house and shelter had become a running stream so deep you couldn’t see the brick path! Hail beat down in a pour and there I was in my pj’s and slippers. We ran for it! Reaching the shelter, my husband struggled to open the door, held fast by wind and water. Prying it free, he leapt inside, landing in standing water. He pulled Gus’s leash as I, with little Bella in my arms, thrust my shoulder into his rear and shoved! At last we got him down the steps and I followed.
We stood there, shivering in the darkness and deep water as an unholy din raged outside. The moments seemed like hours but finally the sirens faded and we emerged into the storm again, wading to the house. My husband rushed to call our sons as I checked the news. Residents of our small town were being instructed to stay inside. The Tiger Safari, a couple miles away had taken a direct hit and the animals were loose and frightened.
The experience, while harrowing, with a little hindsight and wit…transforms into fanciful fun.
It was a crazy night in OZ! The sky dark and menacing…full of light and thunder like a pounding fist, opened and drove it’s swirling fingers, slamming into the ground!
The Tiger Safari took a direct hit sending LIONS, Tigars and BEARS ( Oh My!) Running in a panic, when suddenly Vicki came FLYING by on her treadmill, yelling ” Get in the shelter, Laura, AND YOUR LITTLE DOG TOO!” Cackling with laughter as she flew away.
“Let’s go!” Clay yelled from the doorway as we ran for it through the pour of hail. Clay whipped open the door, leaping into the flooded pit when Gus threw on the brakes, legs stiff as a TIN MAN! Clay tugged and I, with my little SCARED CROW, Bella in arm, pushed from behind.
Once inside, standing in deep water and wishing I hadn’t worn my SLIPPERS, stood silently, listening to such riotous calamity you’d have thought we were surrounded by FLYING MONKEYS! I thought to myself how glad I was that our son Jimmy hadn’t made it to town with the MUNCHKINS, Lisa and Phi Phi.
Once the tornado had passed, we threw open the door and dashed through a running stream where the BRICK ROAD once was that led to the dark house and I shouted through the din “Honey, call Cody and make sure he’s ok in KANSAS!”
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