Yesterday morning I had some lovely friends over for a relaxing brunch on our deck.
Twenty-four hours later, however, I couldn’t even see the spot where we sat on the deck because this was in the way:
Around 6 am, I was awoken by the sound of a terrible wind–the loudest, most violent wind I have ever heard.
Now, I come from the El Paso area where a 40 mile-per-hour wind is a light breeze…but this wind sounded like a vortex and it was accompanied by a laser light show of lightening. I rolled over to go back to sleep, hoping the wind would eventually die down but it just never did.
Suddenly, I heard what sounded like large hail hitting the house.
And then I felt my gut say,
Get downstairs NOW!
Being half-asleep and half-terrified made me wobbly on my legs and I flew/hobbled to the staircase where I slid/tumbled down the stairs. Not wanting to make my way into the creepy cellar by myself (Mr. Smith was out of town on a fishing trip), I decided to run into the den and hide in the closet under the stairs.
Once in the den, I was greeted by this sight:
My first thought was:
And my second thought was:
Is there really a tree on my deck?
While I hid in the closet, I called a friend down the street to ask her what the hell was going on. She very calmly explained that we had just experienced a really bad wind storm and that I should try to go back to sleep. My guess was that there wasn’t a tree sitting on her deck.
Wondering what else was broken, I tiptoed out back to investigate.
That’s when I realized that the tree was not just on our deck but on our house!
Now I was really tempted to freak out since I was by myself (Mr. Smith had his phone turned off!!) and without electricity. I did, however, see a transformer explode outside my living room window. Terrific. After finally getting a hold of my husband, I went to church so I wouldn’t have to be alone anymore and so that I could hear news from others.
This is what was left of the 100-year-old oak that stood in front of the church building.
And I thought my trees were ruined.
There were also sheets of metal siding hanging in the remaining branches of the surrounding trees. After swapping stories with friends, it seemed like more than just a bad wind hit our town. Apparently a micro-burst complete with 100 mph wind had hit Clyde. One friend said he saw his trampoline fly 30 feet in the air before crashing back down to the ground. Something similar must have happened to our patio table because I found it on the wrong side of the fence, it’s glass top shattered.
Despite all of the destruction, however, this story has a happy ending: I am alive and safe and life is going to be okay.
Ever since I was a child I feared a tornado would come in the night to blow my house away. This fear was so strong that I kept a packed suitcase (filled with all my dearest possessions) in my closet at all times. Even when Mr. Smith and I signed for our house, I just knew it would eventually be taken from me by some terrible disaster.
Well, the disaster came, but, somehow, it wasn’t a complete disaster if that makes sense. It’s very much like me to choose panic, especially when I have a perfect reason to panic, and for a minute I panicked over what was going to happen to our house. But all that happened was a tree branch broke. I still had my family, I still had my friends, and, yes, I still had my house. No harm done.
On a side note, I wouldn’t have minded losing this ugly old shed in the back yard:
But survived without a scratch.