Sing to me the song of your people, tornadoes, and other unfortunate messes.
The other night we had scary weather. Tornadoes all around us! One to the west, one to the north, and one to the east.
In October. Why? Very weird.
The hail was huge. This is a picture of melting hail that I grabbed between tornado warnings. It was actually golf ball to baseball sized when it came down. I’ve never seen such large hail in my life.
Some people experienced a lot of hail damage, but luckily we didn’t have anything except some branches down.
I have never, ever been more thankful that we live somewhere with a basement now. The house we own in the city doesn’t have one, and the cabin certainly didn’t.
The cabin was terrifying during storms because it wasn’t sturdily built and it sat out in the middle of an open field. It had no interior rooms. There was basically no where to go. Both of my neighbors were trailers with no storm shelter.
But The Castle House we currently live in? Not only does it have a basement, the basement is a (likely) hand dug cellar lined with old stones. It’s like a fortress. I’m fairly certain we could survive a nuclear blast down there.
As we sat down there in lawn chairs with the kids for more than an hour during the tornadoes a few nights ago I couldn’t stop thinking how glad I was for that safe space. Whew. We could barely even hear the hail down there.
Tomorrow it’s supposed to be a random 82 degrees outside, followed by severe storms with the thread of tornadoes and large hail in the evening. Awesome.
The weather sirens here are so eerie! They sound like WWII air raid sirens. I have a secret theory that they actually are air raid sirens and my little town just kept the old ones from the 40’s in working condition.
Honestly that theory probably isn’t too far fetched. It may even be true. You can hear them wailing everywhere, they are LOUD.
On the night of the tornados they went off for such a long time. More than an hour, wailing and wailing their cry to take shelter.
I hope the storms tomorrow night aren’t as scary.
I’m also thankful that Tyler has been working days lately, so that I’m not home alone with the kids in the evening during terrible storms. Nothing to make you feel better like another adult for companionship…
One negative thing about our basement: My ridiculous old coonhound got down there when we first moved in a peed and pooped in the gravel part where it’s unfinished. (God love him, he is the baddest dog EVER. He deserves his own meme.)
I cannot get rid of the burning urine smell. It’s utterly disgusting. I don’t know what to do! I tried cleaning it with spray cleaners to no avail. Finally I used really strong bleach and completely soaked the huge gravel patch down there.
This was very, very, very, very scary…unexpectedly. As I sprayed the bleach on the gravel something awful started to happen. A trillion spiders came up and sizzled in the bleach.
You all, this is the stuff nightmares are made of. It looked like the gravel was boiling, but it was just spiders.
Anyway, now I am scared to spray anything else on there. The bleach didn’t work. It smells like too much bleach with dog pee. It burns your eyes.
I can’t stand animal messes. (I am waving my arms in the air, stomping my feet, and screaming as I say that, just fyi.)
So my next plan of attach is to buy a big gallon jug of Nature’s Miracle and douse the area. (While praying desperately for no spider apocalypse round two…)
Surely that will work, right?? If not, I don’t know what to do. Coat the area in a 10 lb. bag of baking soda from Costco? Or maybe just cry?
Luckily you can’t smell it upstairs, only when you go in the basement. Spending time down there during the storm reminded me that I really need to get rid of that stench. Ugh.
That dog. Last night he got into the trash (after knocking down a very tightly erected baby gate) and spread it alllllll over the kitchen. Then he got sick on the carpet on the stairs. So much fun, mopping and using the big carpet cleaner! But now I have clean stairs and a squeaky clean kitchen floor I guess. :/
Speaking of squeaky clean, my seven year old top loader washing machine stopped working well recently and my parents and grandma both chipped in to buy me an awesome new one as an early Christmas gift.
I’m so lucky!
I’m naming her Kimberly. She’s an LG front loader, and she works great. She has so many buttons. She even connects to the internet and has her own app! She sings a song when you turn her on, and a song when the laundry is finished.
I told my kids that she’s singing us the song of her people. For some reason they think that’s really awesome and they fight over who gets to hit the power button to make her sing the song of her people to us.
Yeah, we’re weird. Shush.