I admit it. I'm somewhat mystified yet terrified by storms - whatever kind they might be. I once was chased by a tornado, so that doesn't help. Neither does that fact that my dad always panicked and sent us to the basement during thunderstorms. I drive Matt crazy with my worry over storms.
So tonight, what do we get? A windstorm. This wind is awful and will keep me up. I didn't sleep well last night, and I'm not sure why. I should be trying to sleep right now, but I'm not motivated to since the wind is so bad. We've gotten a ton of rain as well. I don't mind the rain, except when it floods yards and basements, which of course it's doing. Again, this stems from many nights squeegying (I have no idea how to spell that word!) water into the sump pump hole in my parent's basement. Sopping carpet and nastyness in the basement are not things I enjoyed growing up. Ooh..I can just smell wet carpet now...ugh!
To think I used to think I'd be a meterologist one day! Wow! I don't know that I could do it. However, that's what I mean when I say I'm mystified yet terrified. It's all so cool yet so scary! Oh well, I guess I should just give in and get some sleep. (You can tell I'm tired since this is such a choppy post!)
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