And this is why I like basements...
So I'm merrily typing along, trying to finish up fixing Tales Told so I can post something fic like and then my life is derailed (again). My Uncle called to say that my cousin's place in Windsor, CO is mostly blown away.
There was a tornado (the first recorded for Colorado) and of course it hits my cousin who once said he was never coming to Kansas because he didn't want to end up in a twister. :P No worries about the family. Little childling was at another cousin's place some 20 miles away. The two dogs made it okay, although the one was missing for a little while until he was found hiding under the upstairs bed. The cousin's wife had left this morning for a funeral in AZ.
All the windows blew out, the car is gone, the truck is gone, all the trees in the area are gone (or in the house), and the surrounding houses are demolished. Most of the contents of the house were sucked out (clothes, pictures, the dinning room table). His house was on the Denver news channels.
We don't know yet if the cousin's wife's side of the family is all okay. My cousin can't make it very far since he has no car and the whole area is trashed. That means no checking on the one three blocks over or the one on the other side of the bank that hid all of the children from the childcare center (which is a huge place, by the way).
Is it bad that the next time I see my cousin I'm going to rub it in that I argued for him getting the house with the basement? I'm going to, right after I give him a big hug. Even if I have to corner him to give him the hug.
I'm off to try to finish fic now.
There was a tornado (the first recorded for Colorado) and of course it hits my cousin who once said he was never coming to Kansas because he didn't want to end up in a twister. :P No worries about the family. Little childling was at another cousin's place some 20 miles away. The two dogs made it okay, although the one was missing for a little while until he was found hiding under the upstairs bed. The cousin's wife had left this morning for a funeral in AZ.
All the windows blew out, the car is gone, the truck is gone, all the trees in the area are gone (or in the house), and the surrounding houses are demolished. Most of the contents of the house were sucked out (clothes, pictures, the dinning room table). His house was on the Denver news channels.
We don't know yet if the cousin's wife's side of the family is all okay. My cousin can't make it very far since he has no car and the whole area is trashed. That means no checking on the one three blocks over or the one on the other side of the bank that hid all of the children from the childcare center (which is a huge place, by the way).
Is it bad that the next time I see my cousin I'm going to rub it in that I argued for him getting the house with the basement? I'm going to, right after I give him a big hug. Even if I have to corner him to give him the hug.
I'm off to try to finish fic now.