Storms: Part I

Some serious weather here in the midwest over the weekend. Tornadoes in Minnesota, Illinois, and Missouri. Scared the bejeezus out of me, and I've never seen our dog happier to be in the basement. (Probably because she's never been in our basement before. She stays upstairs so she and the hyper shepherd aren't playing 24/7)

I have to say, Sunday's storm was by far the worst I've seen since I moved into my house, almost eight yeas ago. Thankfully, our area wasn't hit as badly as others, and our property seems to have sustained minimal damage.

I'm sad for our pear tree, though. It lost a large branch, and my husband hasn't been home to help me move it yet. Pretty sure it weighs more than I do — I can't move it by myself. One positive: once everything dries out, we've got some more bonfire fodder!

This morning brought another storm, and I'll admit to being more than a little jumpy. Thankfully, it was a run-of-the-mill thunderstorm. That doesn't mean it wasn't dangerous. One of my colleagues learned this firsthand. His apartment building was hit by lightning and burned. No one was injured, but it made the news, and there was a lot of damage. We're not quite sure how much he or his neighbors lost, but we're here for him. (We're glad the alcohol survived. I think he's going to need it!)

His experience today reminded me of another lightning strike that hit home. Literally.