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Me and my family didn't get hit by the tornados that came through recently, but a couple of miles north had a lotta damage. My brother and his wife and I gathered near the cellar at his house next door where I sit on a porch swing that faces west. I heard the tornado pass through the area just north of us and hoped they didn't get hit too hard, but they did.
My sister-in-laws friend who ran a unique antique shop heard that her parent's house blew down in Fayetteville. She headed over to help with their problems, and her shop imploded before she had gotten ten minutes away. Much of her stuff was antique china wares including some rare porcelain. The roof collapsed on it. She lost nearly all her stock except for bits and pieces, and everything including the rare furniture pieces got rain-soaked. Hard row to hoe.
The power has been out since the storms hit. It just came back on about an hour ago. The whole town had no power for three days. The power company had a system to call people on a list you can sign up for. All the updates said it would be at least three more days. I was sitting here feeling sorry for myself when all of a sudden the vacuum cleaner I left on started buzzing, and I realized the power was back. Yippee!
I missed having electrical power for my computer, and even for my TV set. We couldn't get any news about the damage done and where. Now what happened is old news and won't be broadcast much. Life moves on.
I didn't have a TV set available during 9/11. I didn't see the crisis when it unfolded. The pictures of the airplanes crashing into the World Trade towers wasn't part of that experience for me. I'm actually happy now that its become evident how much it made people crazy.
My dream life has been extraordinary in the last few days. Since I couldn't use my computer to write my dreams down for three days they've faded away. Besides that, the night after the storms, my dreams were so outrageous I don't think I could describe them anyway. They were a sort of re-run of my remembering vision in which I experienced being many of the forms of life I'd made myself into through imitation and mimicry.
Last night I dreams of two young boys. One of them was around 3-4 years old, and I was telling him a story about knights in armor riding horses and having adventures. He looked at me incredulously and started walking away. Then, he turned toward me and stated sadly, "You just don't understand."
The other scene involved a younger boy. probably near two years old. He approached me and looked at me sadly without saying anything. For some reason that made me even sadder than being told by the first kid that I didn't understand. I think both of them were telling me I didn't understand. Why am I always the last to know?
I guess I'm waiting for the noon time local news to come on in the hope that they will do a recap of some of the storm damage in the state. I have been able to find out that 11 people died in the storms. Storms like this system don't come through these parts very often. The last time we had tornados here was well over ten years ago.
We're more likely to get hurricanes than tornados here. With the weather satellites we know they're coming for weeks ahead of the time they strike, and the winds can last two or three days. Not the tornados. They come up in a couple of days, may hit you or not, and they're gone within minutes leaving devastation and ruin. What a drag, man.
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I do not attempt to tell the God's own truth here because I don't know what the truth is or hardly ever. I try to capture the drifting thoughts that randomly appear in my imagination for reasons I may not understand. I don't know if the content I capture with these words is true or false. The Comments settings are turned off to prevent me from having to defend what amounts to little more than fanciful, sometime crude speculation. Great moments in our lives never return.
