We had our first brush with danger tonight – an actual tornado warning. [Let me interrupt with a story about how when we first lived in Seward, we had the terms ‘Tornado Warning’ and ‘Tornado Watch’ wrong. We figured that ‘Warning’ meant ‘be alert’ and ‘Watch’ meant “There it is, Dorothy – let’s watch it together!” Turns out that’s completely backwards.]
Lloyd was in Lincoln at a staff party and I was at home mildly freaking out. I knew whatever I would suggest would mean certain death, so I called with the cryptic message, “Either come home now or stay all night.” Bless his heart, he started to come home – right into the tornado warning [which, as you’ll recall, means ‘Watch for a tornado’. Grrrrr!] He wisely turned around and hung out at the home of some friends.
Kate, meanwhile, was trapped in Wal-Mart in the dairy aisle. She said that the staff handed everyone a pillow and a bottle of water. I think that was stupid, since the dairy aisle is right by the beer aisle. They should put me in charge of “safety” at Wal Mart.