Like last month, I was home after work, and there was a tornado watch until like 3am, so I just chilled out and read and whatever, but I made sure to have my documents and laptop ready to go on my dining room table, in case a "head to the basements!" warning was called.
And, even though a lot of students were having parties and there was pleasant pop music blasting and it was a nice night and I was keeping my windows open and I would have preferred just to listen to all that, I made sure to have my radio tuned in to the local classical music radio station, in case they broke for a severe weather alert.
Which, they did, for an area other than ours, and then, what do you know, there was breaking news with a severe weather alert for our area, and the tornado sirens that the town tests every Tuesday morning start blaring, only this time for real.
So, I closed my windows and curtains, went to the front door and slipped on my rain-boots, and grabbed my stuff and a crossword and then my radio and ferried it to the basement laundry-area of the front house, to hang out there until the alert was lifted, which it finally was like after an hour, only for another alert to come in for a different part of the county, so I decided to just sit tight there another fifteen minutes, just to make sure, for there's no sense to ferry all your stuff upstairs, only to have to ferry it all down, again.
Then, everything was done, so I headed back up, and then I had the rest of my night like normal, and went to bed.
The next day, though, I open up my curtains and look out, and my neighbor's heavily-weighted basketball hoop is lying on its side, apparently blown over at some point during the storm by a strong wind-gust, I would think.
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