It's been one wild evening, faithful readers. I'm a little too nerved up to write very much this evening. No, I'm not talking about the two Divas spending a night out on the town; I'm talking about an actual wild night here in PRP. Actually, the wildness started this past Sunday evening when we had the mother of all storms come through. The three of us here at The Compound all agreed that we had never seen the storms and wind as bad as it was here Sunday night. We were very lucky - we only lost the unattached carport (it ended up back in the field) but the gentleman two houses up from us got the roof torn off of his garage. Yep, we were lucky.
The storms continued again this afternoon. We'd been watching Dopplar radar all day long at work in preparation for the storms. They hit just across the river in southern Indiana at about 3:00 this afternoon with reports of tennis ball sized hail. Now that's what I call a hail storm. We had a lull in the weather for a couple of hours then it hit again. Boy did it hit. Dad and I ran out for a few minutes and got home about 3 minutes before the storms hit us. Yes, we timed it a bit too close on that one, but at least we did get home before the storm him. Boy did it hit. Not even 5 minutes after we got home the civil defense sirens started blaring and I glanced at the TV and saw the weatherazzi showing our street and mentioning a tornado on the ground. Yep, a bit too close for comfort, faithful readers. Mom had already ran next door to help Miss Rosemary get down to her basement, and I headed downstairs with the battery-powered TV and the Maglite. Dad kept a watch over The Compound and monitored the weatherazzi. After about 10 minutes I came back upstairs when the storm died down. The phone started ringing with friends calling to check on us; the weatherazzi on other TV channels had reported a tornado on the ground less than a mile from The Compound and our concerned friends were checking on us. God bless 'em.
The storm had moved on through our area, but the civil defense sirens still blared for about a half hour more. Yeah, it was on my nerves, but I was glad to know that they do in deed work. I don't normally get nerved up enough to go down to the basement when they say there's a tornado warning for our area, but tonight when they showed our street, it was literally a bit too close for comfort. Thank the Lord we made it through this one unscathed, and from the initial reports, there wasn't much damage in our area from these storms. I hope we're this lucky the next time.
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