Chapter 21
Last week Lemar and I were playing a nice quiet game of Scrabble when we heard a funny noise which turned out to be the wind trying to spin the little vents right off the top of the house!
Maybe it was trying to see if it could make those turbines act as propellers and carry us all off to the land of Oz.
It didn’t reckon on ME being in the house, though!
The wind would’ve had to blow one whole bunch stronger than it was to lift a house with something as heavy as ME in it! !
I’d just made the remark to my husband that something COULD blow up when the sirens started. Now there is one thing that has my thorough respect—a tornado! And visions of being swept away clouded my sight and my hearing.
Keeping my voice calm—which no doubt terrified the children since I can go into a complete rampage at the sight of a coat laying on the floor when it should have been hung up—I told the girls to go to their rooms and put on shoes and a housecoat.
Then I started to get my shoes on and pure pandemonium tore through the house!
Our son started yelling that we should get the birds away from the windows in case the tornado blew the glass everywhere.
Our oldest daughter grabbed her favorite doll and stood in the middle of the room shouting at her younger sister to “get the dogs”.
That’s when I stepped in and informed them that NO dogs were going with US! !
There was Ginny in Amy’s coat which was dragging the floor. She looked like she’d been salvaged from a bankrupt orphanage. And Amy didn’t have shoes or a housecoat, but she did have her DOLL!!
THEN we found out that it was a fire. I didn’t know whether to be relieved or give them all a first-rate lecture. Good grief!!! I was one glad mother. If I’d given safety instructions on how to save them from the A-bomb or a vacuum cleaner salesman, we would’ve lost the war!!
Oh, Well, so much for tornado drills and lectures. Besides, I was losing the Scrabble game anyway.