Saturday Night’s Adventure

I left off my story with Ed, the boys, and myself just getting home after enjoying an exciting adventure in the country.  Our plan for Saturday night was that Ed was going to act in the last performance of his play and I was going to take the boys up to the country club at the lake where my mother was staying for the night with my grandmother, Nana, aunt, cousin, brother Jacob, and his very lovely girlfriend, Bri.  The boys had fallen asleep in the car on the ride home and when we got home, Trip was still exhausted and, after being in the country doing boyish things for several hours, they both stunk.  I put Trip in bed and told him to finish his nap which he actually did.  Mom called seven times to ask where we were.   Logan and Ed each got cleaned up.   Trip woke up after finishing a short nap and got cleaned up too.  All of this cleaning up took a bit of time, so we were finally ready to leave the house around 7:00 p.m.  I may have spent a bit of time primping myself as well.  But while we were getting ready to go to the hoity toity country club, another spring storm rolled in.  Black, ominous clouds filled the sky.  Ed and I talked about the weather and looked at the weather on our phones.  Pink on a radar map is a very bad thing.  I told Ed that I could drive in rain and the boys and I would be fine.  I really wanted to see my mom.  As the boys and I were walking out to my Suburban, the tornado sirens started going off.  I looked at Ed and said I guessed we would be staying in tonight.  Ed left for his play because tornado and hail or not, the play must go on.  And the play house offered better protection for his vehicle.  My father in law knocked on my door as Ed was leaving and asked if the boys and I would like to stay at their house during the storm.  After seeing the pink on the radar and hearing the tornado sirens, I quickly said yes.  I had some good reasons for saying yes.  The only room downstairs in my house without a window is my tiny pantry.  Even the closet has a window!  My in-laws have two large closets with no windows and a large bathroom with no windows.  Also, the boys and I hadn’t eaten in hours and we were all starving.  There was nothing but chicken nuggets in my freezer and there was the possibility of food at my in-laws.  No brainer!

So the boys and I were safely deposited at my in-laws.  The rest of my family was not quite so safe.  Mom, Nana, Jacob, Bri, the aunt and cousin were up on the lake at the country club in the thick of the storm.  They had enjoyed a nice dinner with several adult beverages when the tornado sirens started sounding.  All of the country club guests were ushered to the bottom floor from the third floor restaurant and told to get under the stairs.  Now, my Nana is 89 years old and she would kill me if she knew I wrote that because she is still claiming 79.  She has had multiple knee surgeries and has to use a walker to get around.  Her walker is one of those fancy schmancy ones that has a seat on it in case she gets tired.  She’s a consummate lady though who always has her make up flawless and  hair perfectly coiffed.  Mom is no slacker in the hair and make up department either.  Everyone had dressed up to enjoy their night at the country club.  So they were dressed up and hiding under a stair well as baseball sized hail stones pummeled the building.  High winds whistled through the buildings keeping everyone on edge.  And, they had the pleasure of camping out under the stairs for over an hour. 

I’m not really sure about where Jacob and Bri were, but they weren’t in the main building with the four ladies.  But Jacob, always the freakishly adventurous caring gentleman, went back and forth in the storm between their two buildings to check on mom and Nana and then back to check on Bri.  Jacob did manage to run between the buildings in the hail without being severely injured.

The boys and I made the trek out to the country club the next morning for church and a big lunch with the family.  Mom and Nana looked tired but put together.  Mom told me that there was a tornado that touched down between two of the buildings at the country club, but I think she may have been watching the news before her coffee finished brewing.  I can’t really refute her claim though because I hadn’t watched the news.  It’s so much easier to check the weather on my phone.  (Yes, I am completely enamored with my phone.)  I can say that none of the buildings of the country club were knocked down.

The boys got to go on an Easter egg hunt at the country club and got thoroughly sweaty before we ate lunch.  It was their second Easter egg hunt of the morning.  The first was at church. There’s nothing quite like a belly full of candy to get little boys ready for a big lunch in a restaurant where they need to behave like civilized human beings.  Besides, they’ll eat more when they’ve had an appetizer, right?

Jacob, Trip, and Logan were all dressed in blue and white striped shirts and I thought it would be lovely to get a picture of them together. I tried and tried to get a picture of them together, but they weren’t having it.

The three of them might have wrestled enough to piss off Oma, who was already irritated because the restaurant was not ready to set us at our reservation time.  So, the three of them were separated until we got to eat.

Nana returned home exhausted and rejuvenated, having had her most exciting night in years.  There’s nothing like a near death experience to get your blood flowing.

One thought on “Saturday Night’s Adventure

  1. We had a wondeful Easter and lived to tell about it. It is my understanding that we had a wall of rain with several tornados overhead but none touched down. Thank you Jesus.

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