Go For Low Ground

Friday was a stormy day. After days of sunshine and heat the weather gods decided to throw Boston a curve ball and cool things down. From inside of the hospital the storm seemed like a normal thunderstorm. Thunder, lightning, pelting rain, the standard storm.

The walk home from the hospital was a different story. Everywhere I looked around my house there was destruction. Trees down, car windows smashed from rough branches, police directing traffic from down lights.

All that I could think of the destruction was that it had to be a tornado. I know tornados do not frequent the East Coast but my mind wondered back to all the tornado drills we went through in school. Sitting in the computer lab of my elementary school, fingers interlaced behind my neck to protect my head should the school be sucked off the ground by a wind tunnel. The safety tips we reviewed in school every year: find a room without a window, find low ground and huddle in a ball.

On my walking home on Friday I was a bit panicked that I have no low ground on my third story apartment so that if the storm kicked up again I would be sucked out of my house and end up in Oz. So I did the most sensible thing I could, packed a change of clothing and headed to Steve’s. His house has a basement and areas with no windows.