Like a Bear in a Cave

The weatherman promised tornadoes, but there were only blue, sunshiney skies and spinning pinwheels. Knowing how quickly the weather can change, I hunkered down on the couch and watched the entire second season of Game of Thrones with the lights off and the doors and windows closed.

I probably should have been washing the dishes or scrubbing the toilet, but I was removing myself from those tasks because it was supposed to be a bad weather day. I was already making excuses in my head. It's pointless to clean if you know a tornado will just mess it up again.

Elsewhere in the world, a socially awkward, stuttering teenager plunged a knife into two of his brothers' tiny bodies, a tired old bridge decided it just couldn't make it through another day and flung a few cars into the depths of the Skagit River, and somebody named Robert Pattinson moved out of his girlfriend's house...again.

Some of those thing concerned me more than others, but I was busy awaiting a storm that never happened. The weatherman cancelled his plans early in the evening. I could practically hear the cheers on Facebook. Apparently, some of these fools who live here think you can predict such things. They must not be native.



I surveyed my Emergency Preparedness Kit (a charged cellphone, a bowl of popcorn, and an unopened bottle of delicious rum). I turned up the volume on the TV when the wind kicked up. Those spinning pinwheels can be noisy.

(Highly unlikely.)