Yesterday was a weird weather day. (Not that weird weather is all that unusual in Texas.) In the wee hours of the morning it's raining buckets complete with thunder until the sun rises on a cold and yucky day. It warms up a bit through the morning. In the hour past noon, the sky begins to take on a steely look. Assorted hail from pea-sized to golf-ball sized rains from the sky in a sudden shower that turns to torrential rain after about ten minutes of bouncing icy balls off of every exposed surface. (Yes, Daddy, that new hood you and Don put on my truck has all new hail damage.) An hour later we have a bright, clear, sunny afternoon. At that point, I just quit paying attention to the weather outside.
It wasn't just here though. My Mom reported that while Dad (and his dog Belle) are safe, tornadoes swept away both gas stations and the McDonald's in the Arkansas town of Gassville which was without power, and Clinton, AR, the home of Mother's late paternal grandmother, looks like a war zone. As Mother put it, Dad was "having snacks with a bunch of old men" when 80 mph winds whipped through Bull Shoals where they, along with my Aunt Retha and Uncle Randy, have made their homes. (Gassville is in between the towns where my cousins live near Bull Shoals, and my mom is working out of state so she's relaying Dad's reports.)
Dad has no internet, and his phone service is a little unreliable with some cell service towers damaged. The majority of assorted relatives have reported they are safe from those in Arkansas on into Kentucky where Don's sister Cindy and husband Oren have had two days of tornadoes.
All said, we have good reason to be celebrating a bit this morning with all safe and sound despite nature's temper tantrums.
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