A tumultuous weekend

I'm full of bitterness at this particular juncture though there are many good things on the horizon: the end of school, summertime, my parents' visit next week, Scott's impending redeployment (return home), etc.  However, if I don't survive the next tornado, I won't get that far.

Near as I can figure, the tornado that was spotted on the ground was somewhere in a 5 mile radius.

The dogs and I spent a significant amount of time sitting in the basement.  It reminded me of all those days/nights in Missouri, except we were expecting it there and we had supplies and a tornado room.  This time, I had my phone and a flashlight.  I should probably pack a bag to store down there.  My friend was watching the radar for me on the news and updated me on where this elusive tornado was.  The whole county was under a warning but everyone knows tornados only hit mobile homes in rural areas and my neighbor has a mobile home so...I wasn't feeling too positive. (Did I go too far? I told you I was bitter.)

I eventually ventured out to take pictures. 

The roof of the truck is damaged. Sigh.

Broken window.

(That's just a dirty streak on the window, not a crack.)

That tarp had been pulled tight.  It was shredded by hail and that roof was also, of course, damaged.

All the leaves that fell off the trees. 

And that was Saturday.  Sunday was spent cleaning up the mess.