We listened to the sirens; watched the clouds swirl and dip down; and had a hail dance (golf ball size) with high winds but it didn't cause any damage. In fact, once the danger was past, I sat in front of the television watching reports and brushed out Evelyn's coat. After a year and a half, it is FINALLY starting to blow!
The picture, above, is twenty minutes of brushing out Evelyn's back and sides with a comb - I didn't even get to her chest, hips or ruff. As I have mentioned, before, samoyed hair has no odor and can be spun for yarn.
I don't spin.
As soon as the dry line passed, we sat on the back patio facing east with a glass of wine/beer to watch the storm clouds continue to menace the city and points beyond. As crazy as it sounds to those sane individuals not reared in tornado alley, I had a big grin on my face and a spring in my step the whole time. I have missed this.
The original death count of five has been tentatively reduced to three, amazingly enough, which is cause for celebration.
Happy Quilting, Penny, Evelyn and Pearl