Easter Eve

30 degrees and snow for Easter..... sure is different than Easter eve 33 years ago (give or take a few years, bad memory)... Dinner time on Saturday night. Eating with the family. Mom notices the wind getting pretty strong. Notices some insulation blowing up against the living room window.... and blowing up against the living room window again. She got up to close the window... (oh, please keep in mind that the living room window was on the second floor and overlooked the backyard... we had a walkout basement.... the backyard was part of a shallow valley and included a cornfield, cow pasture, creek and the woods on the hill on the far side of the valley) When Mom got to the window she heard that oft quoted sound of a thundering freight train. She hollered for us to get into the basement... everyone complied... even the dog (who, I believe, was unintentionally assisted down the stairs by someones foot)... well, almost everyone.... I was at the living room window looking for the tornado.... I was still there when the basement door (facing the backyard) blew/slammed open and the house breathed a sigh of relief.... I eventually reached the basement.... severely disappointed.... didn't see any tornado.... rats rats rats.....

I didn't see the tornado because it was only about 30 feet from the window busy taking out our huge old willow tree.


Oops....

Easter eve this year should prove to be a little less exciting.