A tornado rolled up the hill and between the neighbor’s house and our house on Friday. I was driving home from work so I missed it. My wife called and you could hear the fear in her voice and the roaring outside. There is nothing quite like the sky turning into a giant black fist and smashing your house. Luckily our house wasn’t smashed. A lot of trees on our 11-acre property were knocked over. Two of them were on the driveway from the street down to our house. It took many hours of chainsaw and Bobcat to get them out of the way so our access to the world could be restored. The power came back on eventually and we returned to being connected to the world and as such, members of civilization. How easily all of that can be taken away should be sobering. More sobering than it usually ends up being.
My dreams of living in an earth sheltered home always come to the forefront when natural disasters occur anywhere that they penetrate my consciousness. My wife tends to dismiss these dreams. She would rather expand our existing standard ranch home. I’d prefer to knock it down and start over with something original. The fist from the sky must have other plans for now.