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Well today was wierd…
It started out normal enough. Because Elijah was sick, Steve stayed home with him, we didn’t want to get other kids at church sick, too.
I went to Sunday School alone (which I hate doing) and left a few minutes early to get to the tv room. Services went over as normal as could be and I stayed behind to learn more about editing. We were running as okay on time for that as possible considering services went about 15 minutes later than normal and there was a lot of editing to do this time. I left there about 1.30 when all B had to do was just layoff the final copy for the 2nd station we send our tapes to.
I went over to Walmart and got some baby food, diapers, cards (Jon’s birthday, Steve for anniversary & father’s day) and a big teddy bear for V. I drove thru Arby’s (hadn’t eaten all day) and headed out to V’s graduation party.
V is my good friend, she was a fellow homeschooler and we’ve been friends since I was in 10th grade, if not earlier. She’s a year younger than and behind me and she got her Bachelor’s degree in some performing arts thing this year. I got out there and was the only one I knew besides her and her parents. It was quite wierd considering I was a half an hour late and I expected to see the whole gang. The only ones that ended up showing up were T and her sister N. But the four of us had a great time catching up.
The party was due to get out at 4:30 and it was about 4:20 when Steve said, LEAVE NOW on the phone. Bad storms heading my way (tornadic).
I am never listening to him again.
It was horrible, the drive home!
Just outside of Hillsboro and a tree branch falls almost right in front of me on the road, lucky it was in the other lane. Then there were some people off in a 10 foot ditch.
I got to Festus and it was even worse. I got on Hwy 55 South and all I could see was grey - we were going like 40mph but I couldn’t see anything hardly at all. I started to hyperventilate.
All along, I’d been saying to myself, the peace that passes all understanding, the peace that passes all understanding, etc, trying to calm myself down.
I am good at rain and storm driving, I am. But this was bad, the worst ever.
So I got off the highway almost immediately and took 67 N almost immediately getting on 61 S. It was just as bad, I had to stop in front of the hospital and calm myself down again.
I started off again slowly behind another car and things miracuously cleared up enough for me to get back on 55 at the next Festus/61 exit.
It got bad again later, but never as bad as it had been in Festus.
I was very not-calm the whole time, but one of the things I kept thinking about was, ‘heck, if a tornado comes, I got my camera right here baby!’
But when it cleared up very nicely closer to home, that’s when I started to get mad. T’s mom had called her and told her to ’stay put’ while my husband sent me out into the storm.
I got to Steve’s parents - my hands were purple and my muscles ached from holding on to the steering wheel so tightly.
Then I yelled at Steve. I think I scared Jon. Of course, all he could do was complain that his race wasn’t on due to weather announcements. Yes, I know that moron of a weather guy never shuts up, but please.
I felt better later though, after the IBuprophen kicked in.
We did our 40 Days and hung out a bit before I went home a bit earlier than I normally would have.