I'm getting calls. Emails. Facebook concerns.
A damaging tornado passed through Springfield this late afternoon, the city where I work, barely twenty miles from where I live. I am watching television and shocked at the damage: roofs blown off, trees down, some roads impassable.
I knew it was coming only minutes before the sky turned black and a heavy rain pelted my house and yard. Before that I had a lovely day off today: I visited my Mother, made a zillion calls that are finally out of the way; paid bills; had my weekly workout with a physical trainer (finally, and very good for me); stopped at the weekly farmer's market and bought tomato plants, basil, zinnias, and nasturtiums. I planned to plant those zinnias and tomato plants this afternoon.
I talked to people at the farmer's market and we knew a storm was coming--you could feel and see it--but they weren't concerned and I wasn't either.
As soon as I walked in my house Jess called to insist I bring in everything I could from my yard. She had heard tornado warnings on the Boston news with an emphasis on my town. I was surprised.
I cleared what I could. JB was in New Jersey seeing a client, driving, and that was my biggest worry. Because I didn't know of the damage that was happening 15 miles away from me, I was outside, soaked, thinking how much I love rain.
I honestly did not give thought to a tornado picking me up like a rag doll and I didn't think about taking Stella and heading for the cellar. I would say I was foolish and that would be true.
But I wasn't irresponsible either. I did what I could. I made sure I had flashlights when the lights flickered. I shut down my computer. I kept watch at the windows. I should have worried more but I didn't.
The storm is now passing and all is well here. JB is home. The scenes from the local news are unbelievable. I may not be able to get into the city tomorrow morning to work and if so, that will be okay with me.
I'm okay, I'm fortunate, and I'm thankful.