I looked it up. Tornadoes can be spelled with or without an "e". Merriam said so.
Either way, they scare the bejeezzus out of me. The weather people go into a mouth-frothing frenzy with their Severe Weather Alert Day-- testing their sirens and weather announcements, sending doomsday text messages, warning us to get ready to dive into our safe places, peering intently at their radars, noting "rotations" and "hook echos" embedded in the line of storms. Well, my safe place is a zanax, heavy-duty ear plugs, and a blackout mask if at night, or an intense crochet project or book, if during the day.
I told Doug this morning that we should really get on that "bunker project" we've been talking about for 5 years. You know what he said? "It would have to be the size of a barn to suit you, because you'd want room for 3 horses, 4 cats, 14 chickens, 5 dogs, yarn, books, fabric, patterns, and food and water for at least 2 weeks in it. I think we'll just take our chances." "Humpfh," I say. "Bah, humbug."
Earthquakes. We don't get any warning before an earthquake unless we happen to be watching our aquarium, pets, or livestock--they usually give clear signs. (UPDATE: LARGE SOLAR FLARES MAY BE CONNECTED TO LARGE EARTHQUAKES DUE TO THE DISRUPTION IN EARTH'S MAGNETIC FIELDS...stay tuned) I would much rather have an earthquake than a tornado. No six to 10 hours of dread precedes an earthquake. (Unless you live in California, where "The Big One" is discussed every year, people check their emergency kits and replace old batteries and canned goods, then move on with their lives like it was just another news story.) Just "wham," "Bam," "Kapow!" and there, you've just been in an earthquake.
"Holy Teeter-Totter, Batman!"
"Yes, Robin, I believe that was an earthquake!"
Yeeaah, I don't want any warning of my imminent doom. Just in case, though, I should start digging that underground bunker-barn.
who are we?
We are avid seamstresses and crafters since the ORIGINAL 1970's, and we're still going strong. We're also yarn, fabric, and pattern hoarders. ("Speak for yourself," protests Alice.) We, ok, I haven't parted with my stash in over 40 years until now. Maybe we'll have something that you just can't live without! Enjoy browsing!
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