Weather

Sundays are a standard routine for us.  It is really the only day we regularly have something we do, every Sunday, without fail.  We get up early, have breakfast and head to the church house.  This Sunday was unusual in that we didn't go.  Talk about a strange feeling not being at church. 

We had been under a severe storms alert all night and nothing arrived, yet we could tell the weather was very unsettled.  Kim got the weather report while I was in the shower and I could tell she was a little worried.  There were reports of tornadoes again, lots of large hail and heavy lightning.  I watched one weather report and the radar they had pointed out a 'hook echo.' The weather guy then told how tornadoes form in those.  The line of progress was heading straight for us and it would arrive in about 20 minutes.  Their timing these things is pretty remarkable.

No tornado had been spotted in that 'echo' yet so we scrambled to get our things we would need and placed them in our 'bunker.'  Our bunker is an inner bathroom and would be the strongest room of the house.  It's all we have.  

Everything turned out OK.  We only got a little rain, not much thunder.  Buster didn't even flinch at the little thunder there was, but he was nervous since he was picking up on our mood and activity. The hook echo just seemed to dissipate and a lot of the worse weather headed to our North and some other was South of us.  It missed us almost entirely.  We made it to church that evening.

The rest of the week is supposed to be Chamber of Commerce type weather and we plan to head to the Hill Country.....but we see how that has turned out the last time.

Happy Trails.