Okay, for all of you who know what area I live in, we are safe. Multiple tornadoes ripped through here yesterday afternoon/evening. While the area didn't have the concentrated devastation we'd suffered from tornadoes just three weeks ago, this storm got us personally.
The girls and I were in town at Lowe's getting a few light fixtures for the house. Hubby called while we were there and said an ugly storm cell was headed our way and suggested we cut our shopping short and head home.
We didn't make it out of the store in time.
Yes, it was like a scene from the movie Twister. We were standing just outside the doors heading into the parking lot when we turned, looked skyward, and I shoo'ed the girls back in and decided the store was safer than being in a car. Boy, was I ever right about that, I discovered later. We ducked back into the store, I called hubby to tell him we were going to wait out the storm, and suddenly shouts ring out telling everyone to get to the back of the store RIGHT NOW. Then as we running through the store, we hear this awful sound and feel these vibrations. I tell the girls to run as fast as they can (because they can run faster than I). As I'm running, I look up. The ceiling bows in, then out, and then a section is gone. Stuff is falling to the floor all around us. We all get safely into the bathrooms and office/breakroom areas. After a few minutes we're all told to get out the area and move to the front corner of the store. Whew, that must mean we're safe, right?
The building is on fire. There's a gas leak and electrical fire. Flames are blowing into the building in the back corner. That's why we're all headed to the opposite corner of the store.
After a wait, the storm lets up and a few employees go out to the parking lot and survey the damage. Someone comes back in, asks me what kind of vehicle I drive, and says I may need to check it. Thank goodness we weren't in the car. The back window took a basket-ball sized impact and shattered. There's glass all over the inside. We suspect the item that hit may have been a parking lot light, because in addition to the dark-tinted glass of my back window there's also a bunch of clear glass shards.
The girls are fine. I've got a few minor scratches on my arms. And we're fine.
And then I get a call from hubby.
The line of storms headed east, toward where we live. There was a confirmed touchdown practically next to our house. We've got extensive damage to nearly all the machine sheds. Several trees are downed, and we had the power line to the little house laying in the driveway. We'll be surveying all the damage today, now that it's daylight, but looks as though we're also going to have to have extensive roof repairs and maybe even replacements to the garage and the little house.
Hubby and little Monkey Boy survived okay. Hubby heard the "freight train" sound, grabbed Monkey, and they got as far as the bathroom. He knew they couldn't make it to the basement, so they hunkered down in the bathroom, which is the interior-most room and has no windows. He finally located the cat under a bed, and the puppy was under the couch and refused to come out for a few hours. Big dog is fine too.
I checked the big house and it appears to be fine. There's two tress that were knocked down, but they missed the house. I couldn't see the west side of the exterior in the dark, so there may be a bit of damage that we'll find now that it's daytime.
I wish I were making up this whole story. But it's real. Very.real.
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