Cache and I decided to attend our town hall meeting the other night. Nope, it wasn't even a scout requirement. Just two people trying to be better citizens and a little more involved/informed (-we're looking forward to the Bigfoot convention in October. Wanna come?) The meeting's agenda: "Should golf carts be allowed access to the roads," and "The possibility of a community library." I'm glad we decided to attend, because it seemed the rest of the town kind of forgot, and it was our singular responsibility to listen attentively and make our mayor feel important. Which we did. We agreed with his verdict that both the golf carts, and the proposed community library were stupid ideas. But secretly, we think we would have at least appeared to be diplomatic. Anyway, our musing were cut short when the sheriff came in and told the mayor to wrap it up. The storms, predicted all day, were finally developing.We went home quickly and decided it may be a long night. We hurriedly slapped sandwiches together while watching the news -heaven forbid if we get stressed on empty stomachs. The news started to cut out. It sounded something like this (Rachel's interpretation):
"Coming....static.....your area..... static.....ten minutes.... static ......death..... static.....mayhem.....static.... destruction....static-static!"
We called Bert to tell him to stay where he was. He yelled over the blaring sirens in town, "Nope, I'm already close, and if we're going to go- we're all going together!"
Then we got two phone calls from sweet friends who were worried about the newcomers, "GO TO YOUR SHELTER NOW!" So we did.... but only after I found the camera. :)
Some were excited!
Some were concerned (isn't that face pathetic?)
But all were safe!
Between the "it sounded just like a freight train" moments, some of us got out to stretch our legs.
Some of us turned redneck, and attempted our own spotting session.
And by round 3, some of us just thought it wiser to stay put.
It was a long night.But not as long as many people had.
Thanks to everybody for asking.
We felt missed and loved.
