Well, just got back from a funeral for my uncle, ready to hit the junk yard tomorrow where the car is sitting. Tornado warnings and bad weather all day Monday, hopefully get in tomorrow or Wednesday...
Well, last night was interesting. The tornado sirens, phone alerts, weathermen all said to “get in your safe space immediately!” And as soon as we got downstairs, I heard the tell tale FREIGHT TRAIN outside, and our three story house sounded like it was getting pounded by baseballs and debris. I’m telling you, God spared us. The tornado touched down a quarter of a mile past us and trashed an entire neighborhood. I don’t have so much as a shingle out of place, and my antique weather vane is still sitting up top. Lots of limbs and such scattered about, but not more than that. That green notch you see at the lower center just above and left where it says “Fairburn”, that’s the tornado. The purple is softball sized hail raining down, and the black line is the river dividing my county from Fulton where Atlanta is located north. The flat part of the notch above the black line is where my house sits in the woods, on a hill. I can’t believe it didn’t get wasted.