Last week hubby and I traveled to Tulsa so I could speak with the Tulsa Night Writers group. Now, ordinarily this would have been an easy journey of about 130 miles one way, but considering that there were tornado watches and warnings popping around the area like frog legs on a hot griddle, it became problematic.
A few emails and telephone calls into the day we were scheduled to leave convinced us that if we could escape Northwest Arkansas and get into Oklahoma we’d be safe. So, after assuring the group that we were leaving, but warning that if we ran into a wall cloud, we’d turn around and come home, we climbed in our car and started.
For years I’ve done all the driving when we travel together. It’s not that my husband can’t drive, he can and does, when he’s alone. When we’re together I drive, he rages. Yes, you probably understand that very well. You see he’s not only a man, he’s a retired semi driver, so no one knows what they’re doing on the road but him. Soon he’s yelling instructions to each and every driver, while dodging those he judges either don’t know what they’re doing or they’re doing it too slow. It becomes a ride very similar to a roller coaster.
Of course, with me at the wheel, I’m in danger of becoming a target of his criticisms. If you know me, you know that doesn’t work very well, though. So, off we went, into the throes of tornadic weather. If we could get across the Oklahoma border, we understood it was clear and warm.
The storm hit as we headed north toward Springdale, Arkansas. Rain, thunder, lightning and wind hammered at us until I could barely see to drive. In Springdale, we made our way west and had no more than left the city limits, till we burst free from the storm into nice balmy weather. You might wonder why we took the chance. It’s simple. I’d cancelled once on this group earlier in the year and didn’t want to do so again. I was determined to get there.
The remainder of the trip went smoothly and we arrived at the library where this group meets once a month. They invite a speaker for each meeting, and many of them are writers I’ve known for years but seldom get to see, so a good time was had by all. By 8 o’clock we were on our way back home.
Since that Tuesday last week we’ve had stormy weather, with tornado and flood warnings every day. Needless to say, we’re getting weary of it. At the moment I’m writing on my laptop with the Internet turned off and my computer unplugged because we’re being hit with yet another storm. This is supposed to continue through Wednesday.
If the sun comes out Thursday, as predicted, we’ll all do a naked in the yard dance to celebrate. Meanwhile, I’m trying to stay busy enough to ignore what’s going on outside the windows. Not an easy feat.