“The day after the last siren, the one I did not heed, I met a new friend in the park for a playdate. She told me the sirens went off just after her two girls fell asleep, and that, also home alone, she could not wrap her head around the logistics of waking a 3 year old and an infant and carrying them to the basement, so she didn’t. I told her how I had outright ignored it, even with waking children, how it didn’t seem possible, somehow, for the tornado to enter the city.”
That’s how I felt too. We heard the sirens yesterday, and we did nothing. In our neighborhood, it barely rained. There was no wind. It’s hard to believe that a mere five miles away a tornado was tearing through a neighborhood.
Last year at this time, we lived in that neighborhood. My mothers-in-law and several friends and acquaintances still live there. No one we know what hurt, but they are still without power, cell service, and Internet service. They have much clean-up and repair work to do. Here are some pictures my husband took yesterday near his mom’s home: