On Saturday afternoon around 4:15, I was lying on our living room couch and reading (not light reading, literally and figuratively, an 850+ page history of the Thirty Years War, but that’s another story), when my cell phone alarm went off. Really loud: a National Weather Service warning of potential for a tornado in our vicinity for the next half-hour. TAKE SHELTER! it advised, with more details in all caps.
Now, it was already dark and pouring outside, and we’d experienced a bright flash and loud crack of thunder a few minutes earlier. A severe storms was definitely passing through. But tornado watches are rare in New England, let alone a tornado warning. (Years ago when I lived in Illinois, I never got used to all the watches and warnings, and tornadoes were my dream metaphors for anxiety, but all that ended when I moved back east.) Being the more cautious of the two of us, I checked with Al, who was immersed in another activity, to be sure he’d heard the alert. He shrugged and went back to what he was doing.
I went downstairs with my heavy book to read. Since our daughters moved away, our basement family room is really now a junk room for storage, but there’s still a couch and decent lighting. It’s musty and needs a good clean-up, one of my perpetual to-do’s that I mean to get to this winter (there, I’ve put it in writing). Part of Al’s old vibraphone was lying on the couch, so I rolled up the wooden tone bars, moved them to the side, then picked up the strip of metal resonator tubes, to do the same, lost my balance and fell. Fortunately, I fell on a rug (mostly), but I banged my knee on part of the vibraphone. Which was not fun.
There’s a small, high window in the room, and it was quite dark outside. I could hear the rain, but no thunder or lightening cracks. So I read and checked the time and read and finally went upstairs at 4:45. Al was still immersed. I got an ice pack out of the freezer for my knee and went back to my history book on the couch. I felt kind of silly, but so be it.
Until I learned, not long after, that a tornado had actually briefly touched down in a suburb not far from us at exactly 4:15. Known as a “spin-up” or “land spout” by meteorologists, it was relatively small and lasted only a few minutes. But the damage was significant. In that brief visit, it uprooted and destroyed numerous large trees, including some oaks, which are among the sturdiest trees in this part of the country.
Which just goes to show that you never know what’s just around the corner, and that it’s worth being cautious when the NWS sends you an all caps warning about approaching storms. Especially in this time of severe weather, I’d rather sit in our musty family room for a half-hour than risk a tree falling on our house. If I get my act together, the next time this happens, our old family room will be a much more pleasant space to wait it out.
Evelyn Herwitz blogs weekly about living fully with chronic disease, the inside of baseballs, turtles and frogs, J.S. Bach, the meaning of life and whatever else she happens to be thinking about at livingwithscleroderma.com. Please view Privacy Policy here.
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