The forecast for Wednesday, June 4, included severe weather. Unfortunately, Cassie and I had haircuts at 6:30. Mark was to have given her her supper, then I would be off work at 6pm, tear home and pick her up, and then fly to 70th & Van Dorn. Well, I can't exactly "fly" anymore since a little voice in the booster seat in the back inquires, "Mommy, are you speeding?" Or, "Ooooh Mommy! That light was yellow!"Haircut nights usually take up the entire evening. By the time we finish our appointments we stop at Culver's at 70th & Pioneers for a quick supper for me and another supper for Cassie because she hadn't eaten enough at home. Once we're home I insist we wash her hair because you know you have to wash out all those little hairs that are still on your scalp from the haircut. (Or else you shed on your pillow. Ick.) Then after her bath add hair-drying time as well as two or three books, and suddenly the evening is gone.
At Culver's we watched the clouds come rolling in and this reminded Cassie of a previous trip to Culver's on north 27th street. She had asked then what we'd do if a tornado hit while we were at Culver's. I'd looked over at the children staffing the restaurant and knew they would have no idea what to do. I told Cassie I carry a flashlight in my purse during tornado season, and that if Culver's had a basement we would go there, or else we'd stand in the walk-in refrigerator until the tornado passed. She thought standing in a giant refrigerator would be fun.
In the meantime, the ominous clouds continued to build. We managed to finish our meal in record time and actually made it home, got her bathed and dressed again, hair dried, and were on our way to the basement when the first alarm sounded. The photo at right was taken out our backdoor.
At Culver's we watched the clouds come rolling in and this reminded Cassie of a previous trip to Culver's on north 27th street. She had asked then what we'd do if a tornado hit while we were at Culver's. I'd looked over at the children staffing the restaurant and knew they would have no idea what to do. I told Cassie I carry a flashlight in my purse during tornado season, and that if Culver's had a basement we would go there, or else we'd stand in the walk-in refrigerator until the tornado passed. She thought standing in a giant refrigerator would be fun.
In the meantime, the ominous clouds continued to build. We managed to finish our meal in record time and actually made it home, got her bathed and dressed again, hair dried, and were on our way to the basement when the first alarm sounded. The photo at right was taken out our backdoor. 
By now, Cassie thinks these evenings spent taking cover in the basement are fun and is very disappointed when we don't have to go downstairs. This night she read all her library books to me for two hours. She's making great progress on meeting her Summer Reading requirements thanks to these storms.
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