I don’t need to “choose my own adventure” for a topic this week. The adventure chose me. As I type this post, there’s an insurance claims adjuster wandering around our yard to check out what damage was sustained in a tornado that hit my city last night.
We are lucky. Our house does not appear to have been damaged, just our garage. A couple of homes in our neighborhood had their roofs blown off. Several of our neighbors’ piers were destroyed. Traffic lights and towering, hundred-year-old trees were knocked over, blocking streets and crushing cars.
As far as we know, no one was injured. I find this a small miracle, and today I’ve been hugging my son and husband a little bit tighter and checking in on neighbors. Not to mention looking at the 1929 brick bungalow we live in with a good dose of respect for withstanding 85 years’ worth of storms and still standing strong.
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Wow, Susan! I’m so glad to hear you’re all safe and there isn’t too much damage! I’m not sure if I like this whole “adventure” thing finding us…
Oh my goodness! So glad you and your family are okay!
Wow. So glad to hear you’re safe and that no one was hurt!
That’s quite the adventure, for sure! I’m far more scared of tornadoes (and hurricanes) than the good old earthquakes we have here in the west.
That was not the kind of adventure we had in mind, Universe.
Also, um, piers?
I’m glad everybody is okay.
(Once you know people are safe, then you can start to think: “Hey, you know, I can use this in a story…” 🙂 )