One of these days I will be glad we have a weather radio.  But in ten years of being woken up by the piercing warble of the weather alarm (a delightful feature that has no volume control) I have yet to experience that gratefulness.  

Last night we had a tornado warning.  The weather radio shocked us out of our slumber sometime after midnight to warn us of that tornado warning.  There was no tornado.  We probably could have stayed in bed.  Though our neighbors, about fifty feet up the hill over there to the left, had a tree go through their roof.  Here’s the article (jump to “The Loud Boom”). Wherever it says, “Brandenburger” you just read, “Danny’s neighbor.”

At 1:15 am, about the time their maple tree was meeting their living room, we were all huddled in the basement bathroom, feeling a little silly, tired, and worried that Oliver would not go back to sleep easily.  He did though, and we count ourselves lucky.

I do not regret getting the radio, nor do I regret using it.  But I am not yet thankful for it.  I am thankful, however, that the dulcet sound of chainsaws in the morning was not coming from our front yard.