The Finger of God was actually the whole fist

Yeah, I know, I'm a terrible blogger. I let not just days but sometimes even weeks to go by before I post. I'll never be one of those famous bloggers that change the world and blablabla.

Guess what? I just don't care.

Anyway. I live in Oklahoma. We had horrendous weather in the last couple of weeks. Dozens of people died. They sometimes call powerful tornadoes "The Finger of God". How can you call that a tornado that was 2.6 miles wide? That is not a finger, dude, that is fist-size. Even butt-size.

And apparently that thing went from half a mile to 2.6 miles wide in about 30 seconds. Thus, even experienced storm chasers like Tim Samaras got caught unaware and lost their lives. It had multiple vortices.

In one word, it was scary.

I do remember I woke up with bad feelings about weather. I usually don't, even if the forecast is nasty. I know there will be some tornadoes somewhere, but there's that inner little - I don't know, angel, genie, leprechaun - that tells me "it's ok, it won't hit you".

Not this time folks. I woke up with a sense of dread. I had it all day long. And when around 5 pm the storms started forming, I saw all 4 of them supercells and I told the Wild Wolf "now if these things collide it's going to be thick". And they collided, 10 minutes later.

Then I looked again, to the radar, to the TV screen, back to my monitor to various radars, back to the TV screen, and  I got up, got to the TV, pointed with my finger to the screen and told the Wild Wolf "see this rotation near Hinton? This is going to spawn a tornado. And it's going to come straight for us. And it's going to be nasty"

2 minutes later the tornado was born. 5 minutes later it was 0.5 miles wide. Projected path straight to us. But it was a slow mover, and wouldn't reach us before about an hour and a half. So I said "we need to get out of here".

We do not have a storm shelter, due to the various irrational code of ordinances regulations of Midwest City. The same city that about 5 years ago got FEMA grants to build public shelters, and then on January 31st, 2013, closed them. The house is full brick, but I knew it wouldn't last through an EF5.

So we got a blanket, a small pillow, dog food, water, his laptop, got the dogs and off we went. We beat everybody else, but we made the mistake to stop in Norman at a McDonald too much so the crowd caught up with us, and the next 2 hours were spent driving at a snail pace, with half the sky behind us ink-jet black, and on the car radio (actually it was the KFOR TV channel) stories of many tornadoes spawning and pulling back up in the meantime. Finally there was nowhere else to go, and it was about 4 hours after we left the house and the coming of the night had made all storms more tame (if you can call THAT tame) - as in no more tornadoes. So we decided to wait it out and stop and let the storms pass over us. It took about an hour. Winds were probably around 60 mph. heavy rain and little hail, but mostly heavy rain. Then we started to get back home. Took us another couple of hours but we were lucky that none of the roads were really flooded. We got home close to midnight.

And this is the story of that day.

What happened to my garden?

Sigh. Some other day. I'm still very pissed about it.