So, I live in Georgia and we had some pretty nasty weather here last night.  It started off with a bang or some hail actually.


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If you don’t know much about tornado weather, hail is one of the worst signs.  Although, hail storms do occur by themselves, during this time of year if you see hail there is normally a tornado forming close by.  Well, my Aunt drove to the store to pick up some groceries completely oblivious to the weather other than the fact that it was raining.  About five minutes later I received a frantic phone call about “huge hail pounding her car and covering everything.”  The huge hail was the size of a pea.  And it was nowhere near covering everything.  We had the same storm system at the house but I didn’t have the heart to ruin her excitement.  This was the start of her adrenaline rush that drove me crazy for the better part of the night.

I’ve been around tornadoes since I was in 4th grade and we had a tornado touch down 1 street away from our house.  The storm obliterated the property where we were building our new home.  Six acres of trees were gone.  All that survived were the pine trees that were more flexible and able to withstand the wind.  Huge oak trees were up rooted everywhere.  After that day, I was fascinated with storms.  But my Aunt hates tornadoes and hasn’t been around them much.  I don’t know how she missed the phenomenon known as tornado season since she has liven in Georgia all her life, but evidently she has.  And last night was proof of that.

After the hail had stopped and the wind died down, she called me on her way home and told me to meet her outside to go see some fallen trees.  I was in my pajamas already with no shoes on, but I threw on a jacket and some flip-flops and got in her car.  We drove about a mile to see 2 large trees that had been uprooted and destroyed 2 cars and a house.   I admit that it was a powerful image and I was relieved to see that the occupants of the house were okay.  And yes, they were poor with missing teeth and all the other stereotypes of white trash in the south, because that seems to be how it is every time a tornado does damage.   However, my Aunt insisted that I take pictures of it so that she could show everyone she works with the next day.  I was mortified, but I did it anyway.  While I was taking these pictures she was talking to the couple that lived in the house. It wouldn’t have been so bad, except she was smiling the whole time from her excitement.  She had never seen damage like that up close.  After we drove back home she jumped on her phone to begin what I call her phone tree.  The power was out and my 12-year-old cousin was being about as obnoxious as possible.  My Aunt was on her phone to everyone she knew, some even twice, talking about the damage.  I escaped outside to watch the rain and smoke a few cigarettes.  She was driving me nuts.

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The power returned about 2 hours later and my Aunt started up all over again.  She immediately turned on the local news and saw footage of the damage on tv.  Her cell phone was against her ear faster than a bolt of lightning.   The phone tree began again.  By this time the weather was mostly just rain with some thunder in the distance so I escaped outside to smoke again.  After the second round of calls were done I went back inside to cook some dinner before the power went out again.  Luckily we had enough time to finish cooking and even eat before the sirens went off indicating a tornado watch.  The wind picked up and we lost power again.  Round three of the phone calls started and I went to my room to listen to music.  My room is in the basement so I wasn’t worried at all and I was so tired of the drama.  Eventually I fell asleep and woke up the next morning alive.  I know I heard some sirens and my phone alerted me to the severe weather alerts during the night, but I just went back to sleep.

I’ve been told that I can be an arrogant, snobbish asshole sometimes and I think I was in full form last night.  But I’m not going to apologize for it.  I’ve been through these storms for most of my life and they just don’t bother me anymore.  I have tons of tornado stories that bore even me now and I just don’t care anymore.  I am sorry that my Aunt who is 20 years older than me has not had more experiences in her life, but I can’t change my experiences.  Maybe I could adjust my attitude, but it’s something I have long ago perfected and is probably not going to change anytime soon.

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