The yearly memories
Every year in this month of April I find myself turning to watching stuff on tornadoes. Since I was sick I thought I would watch some anime or maybe some cat videos but alas, I have been watching videos on tornadoes. Especially the one in Apr of 1974. That was a major bad month that year. It is still the single most amounts of tornadoes to hit in a 24hr period aka The Super Outbreak of 1974. It is still in my mind and frankly, I would have to be kinda desperate to live in a trailer thanks to stuff I saw that day.
Yet I think I would love to be a storm chaser too. Over the years my fear has turned more into excitement like a sugar high bounce fest. High strong winds still make me nervous and seeing that horrid sickly yellow-green cast to the air while a storm is overhead will make me speed down highways topping 90 mph to get to a "safe" place.
And then I think about how folks here, when there has indeed been a tornado sighted close by don't immediately look for the closest shelter when the sirens sound. Sure they tend to be weak but even straight line winds can do great damage so what do they think a little rope tornado can do? Really now. At least I still have those reflexes that tell me don't ignore warnings and watches. Keep watch on storms. Hope idiots don't see weather warnings as stupid when luckily it turns out that it was terribly short lived/"false". They should never think it can't happen. Better ready than surprised right?
I look out my window. Yes, I see the sun. I find it hard to watch these things on cloudy days that look like storms brewing in the air. It's funny- that time, I can't tell you what it sounded like, only the colors flashing out the window and that total stillness right before it came. But thanks to a high bank up from the lake behind the house and the way it dips back down to the fence, I realize I must have heard it when the strong winds whistles and moans. I can tell in the same way I can tell thunder from artillery fire that the winds sounds more like those moans than the trains I hear.
It's amazing really the effect stuff has on you. The outrage when they wanted to move all radar forecasting to Birmingham when I swear Hazel Green(just out of Huntsville, Alabama) averages one a year at least. The cursing of idiots who especially live in a place like that complaining that the sirens and their shows are getting interrupted by special weather announcement because it's as if they either think it won't happen to them or that everyone is always crying "the sky is falling" too much. Makes one want to show them first hand what it can do. Trailers looks mighty scary when they look like a used starlite mint wrapper all twisted up.
Yep, being sick makes you either sleep or maudlin. That is about all I got for now.
Yet I think I would love to be a storm chaser too. Over the years my fear has turned more into excitement like a sugar high bounce fest. High strong winds still make me nervous and seeing that horrid sickly yellow-green cast to the air while a storm is overhead will make me speed down highways topping 90 mph to get to a "safe" place.
And then I think about how folks here, when there has indeed been a tornado sighted close by don't immediately look for the closest shelter when the sirens sound. Sure they tend to be weak but even straight line winds can do great damage so what do they think a little rope tornado can do? Really now. At least I still have those reflexes that tell me don't ignore warnings and watches. Keep watch on storms. Hope idiots don't see weather warnings as stupid when luckily it turns out that it was terribly short lived/"false". They should never think it can't happen. Better ready than surprised right?
I look out my window. Yes, I see the sun. I find it hard to watch these things on cloudy days that look like storms brewing in the air. It's funny- that time, I can't tell you what it sounded like, only the colors flashing out the window and that total stillness right before it came. But thanks to a high bank up from the lake behind the house and the way it dips back down to the fence, I realize I must have heard it when the strong winds whistles and moans. I can tell in the same way I can tell thunder from artillery fire that the winds sounds more like those moans than the trains I hear.
It's amazing really the effect stuff has on you. The outrage when they wanted to move all radar forecasting to Birmingham when I swear Hazel Green(just out of Huntsville, Alabama) averages one a year at least. The cursing of idiots who especially live in a place like that complaining that the sirens and their shows are getting interrupted by special weather announcement because it's as if they either think it won't happen to them or that everyone is always crying "the sky is falling" too much. Makes one want to show them first hand what it can do. Trailers looks mighty scary when they look like a used starlite mint wrapper all twisted up.
Yep, being sick makes you either sleep or maudlin. That is about all I got for now.