I’m sitting inside the storage closet in our townhome with Shane. It’s the safest place in here. I had to wake him out of his first hour of sleep for the night. Looks like the tornado warning has passed now though.
I wouldn’t be at all surprised it Hugo has hit a record number of times that the tornado siren has gone off in a summer. It sure is interesting how different I feel when I hear that siren after the tornado ripped through Hugo. The siren didn’t mean much to me before the tornado. Now, I fear it.
Well, we are safe now, thank the Lord.
Funny side note, and demonstration of my lack of patients sometimes: I am still in the storage closet with Shane, trying to finish up this blog post. Shane is to the left of me and he’s trying to climb up on my lap. I was using my elbow to deflect his legs from climbing up on my leg, and getting a little frustrated by his need to all of the sudden be in my lap. I look at him to tell him to stop for a minute - and he had turned my patient-lacking leg-deflecting into a game, and he was loving it. Humbled on the spot… Thank the Lord for that too.
Here’s a picture I figured I’d throw in of Shane and I in the closet, taken from my laptop camera.
