We're having weather here in So Cal.
According to the Weather Service, it's Severe Weather. (Which is weatherman speak for it's-been-raining-like-crazy-all-week-and-we-don't-know-what-to-wear-or-how-to-drive, but that's not important right now.)
In the past two days there have been tornado watches and sleet and hail. It's been very dramatic and, well…severe.
A friend sent us this photo of the Huntington Beach Pier, along with the question: "Doesn't Amy live right there?"
Yes, that seems to be a waterspout that looks tornado-ish. And yes, my first-born lives just blocks away from the danger!
All of my Cuban Mother synapses start to fire…..
I imagine her apartment building being ripped from its foundations and being swirled off into the spout, up, up, up and over the rainbow, landing her somewhere in Oz. (Minus the blue gingham dress, the little dog, and the Munchkins.)
Seriously, I was pretty worried. What if she's hurt?? What if she's dead?? (Not dramatic, at all, right?)
But then I receive this photo from her:
And the following text:
I have only left the house to get a quick bite . . . and I've been very safe!
I'm staying dry and warm.
She knows me so well. =D