A few nights ago, we celebrate Allie's return to Austin by gathering as a family in the closet under the stairs.The weather man told us to do it. He said there was a tornado on it's way, to find shelter immediately.
We've never done that before, so to say that we took this seriously would be a lie. Allie and I could not contain our laughter.
This was enlightening on a few levels. First, we all were able to see our priorities pretty clearly. We each grabbed a few possessions:
Toni (mom): rushed to grab the pretty and comfortable pillows off her newly decorated bed.
Allie: cell phone, ipod, computer.
Greg (dad): scooped up Savy, our confused and frightened dog. (isn't dad so great?)
Erika: 3 books, journal, camera. Apparently, I thought I would partake in some pleasure reading during disaster cleanup.
We were in the closet literally two minutes when mom became claustrophobic, "I need some air fast or I will definitely have a panic attack." She sat the remainder of the evening sitting next to the opened closet door. She swore if she heard a tornado, she would close it really fast. We informed her that by the time she could hear it, it would be too late. Her and dad would be goners along with Savy. Allie and I would be left with cleaning up. She didn't care. "I've got this under control."
Really, mom? "Under control?"
We've never done that before, so to say that we took this seriously would be a lie. Allie and I could not contain our laughter.
This was enlightening on a few levels. First, we all were able to see our priorities pretty clearly. We each grabbed a few possessions:
Toni (mom): rushed to grab the pretty and comfortable pillows off her newly decorated bed.
Allie: cell phone, ipod, computer.
Greg (dad): scooped up Savy, our confused and frightened dog. (isn't dad so great?)
Erika: 3 books, journal, camera. Apparently, I thought I would partake in some pleasure reading during disaster cleanup.
We were in the closet literally two minutes when mom became claustrophobic, "I need some air fast or I will definitely have a panic attack." She sat the remainder of the evening sitting next to the opened closet door. She swore if she heard a tornado, she would close it really fast. We informed her that by the time she could hear it, it would be too late. Her and dad would be goners along with Savy. Allie and I would be left with cleaning up. She didn't care. "I've got this under control."
Really, mom? "Under control?"
4 Comments:
One time, when I was 12, we had to "take cover" in the bathroom...I packed a bag, complete with underwear, because I was worried that I would want a change of clothes if everything got messed up...but the most prized possession that I stowed away in the tub were my rollerblades...those things were awesome:)
I'm glad the tornado didn't get your parents OR savannah...and I love that you documented it all with pictures! Miss you. Let's catch up soon.
i laughed out loud, then i read this to zach. we both laughed.
i think i would really enjoy being locked in a closet with your family!
on the other hand, my family would probably have a barometer to measure the air pressure to decide how close/far away the tornado was. boooring...
I´m fowarding this to Mark Murray and Jim Spencer and they are NOT going to appreciate it one bit.
PS You were right about turista. Me and my cockiness.
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