The Elysian Fields

After Deb called, reporting golf-ball sized hail, trees down, and likelihood of less windows than we had in the morning (and we're not talking Micro$oft products here), and after a co-worker further alerted me to the conditions, I checked the forecast.

It listed:

The tornado will be:
(city our mailing address is in) - (time as I watched it)
(local state park nearly walking distance from the house) - (a few minutes from then)

So I called Deb and sent them down into the basement.

They're probably already in the clear from that particular bit o' wind, but there's at least one more big, nasty chunk o' storm coming in behind that.

Justin collected 2 cups of water in a half hour span. Hail, again.

No rain here, 45 minutes away. Deb was at the market - thunder and lightning, but no rain.

They say our power should be back on in about three hours...

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The generator was going to go in this past May, but will now likely be held off until next year due to certain other Top Sekritive Type Stuff going on. That, and the electricians - and most other service industries in the area - break the cardinal rule and never call back.

On that note, though, we are now $400 poorer, but we have all sinks and toilets and so forth running nicely. Apparently Moen doesn't use good ol' fashioned washers, but they use cartridges. Apparently, after three years of unfiltered well water, the cartridges are worthless. Sediment, as I expected, had ripped through the plastic materials, scouring new channels for water to leak out of.

Of course, Deb can't check it all out because no power = no water.

So, yeah. If I find an electrician that actually understands how to use a phone, I might schedule something in sooner rather than later.