The tornado is definitely heading in my direction. I imagine bits of housing are flying up in the air and getting dumped in another place. I can see roughly where it would be now. It is passing directly through Hornby which is a very hoity-toity suburb.
I’m going down into my basement. I’ve been hanging around waiting for my wife to come home, but I can’t wait any longer. Hopefully she’s safe somewhere. She only went out for a bottle of milk.
It’s an eerie light. I’m a bit scared to tell the truth. I’ve only experienced one before and that was at a distance. This one is heading for my street I reckon. It knowns where I live! Ha ha!
I’ve shut all the windows and doors and put everything away outside that I can. So now I’m going down into the
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Oops, I’ve a feeling you’re not in Kansas anymore….
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I had one go right over above me but it never touched the ground. Everything went quiet and there was a whirring sound. This was in 1969!
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…basement while my wife hollows outside churning milk into butter.
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It’s enough to make ones milk curdle.
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Tornado interruptus!
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Yikes! A tornado swept right through my parents’ street two days ago. Luckily it did not touch down. They were out of power for about 24 hours and have quite a bit of superficial damage to the house, lots of cleanup to do, but everyone is ok. According to my mom, “there is a hole in the garage,” whatever that means. The church down the street had most of one side blown off. I’ve been through several scares in my life living as I do in tornado alley. Never one quite that close.
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Yikes! I agree with your yikes!
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Tornadoes are powerful. In my hometown in Wisconsin we had more than one go through. Fortunately we were on the other side of the river. But you’re right about the eerie light.
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They’re very rare in New Zealand – and the only one I witness (in 1989) it was a funnel way above my head. The birds had all stopped singing and it must have hit the ground somewhere because a heavy concrete mixer was picked up and dumped somewhere else!
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Did the wife shoot him down in the basement? At least that is one possibility considering his callousness.
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Now that would have been a brilliant twist!
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Those things are a terror here…they seem to love mobile homes.
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I love mobile homes too! (Nice ones)
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It’s almost a certain…a trailer park here will get wiped…and then someone will say…”it sounded like a train coming”
Yes I grew up in one in the seventies.
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Somehow I wasn’t following you anymore Bruce. I was wondering how I missed the last three posts. I corrected it.
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Word Press does that. I’ve had it dozens of times.
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Hornby had it coming.
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Thank goodness for the B in Hornby.
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Ain’t that the truth! (True story: my Mom once lived in a house off Hornby Hollow.)
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