((Muffy))

We had a big tornado pop up out of nowhere on Saturday, life a thief in the night. It destroyed some homes and an apartment complex, but no one was injured. It was nice to hear a woman speak of her neighbors rushing to her side to help after she'd lost everything, without having to check her nametag, race or social status first. It was nice to see them not attempt to take the belongings she had left from her.

I don't do much wondering either - it's been reduced to shaking my head slowly, side to side.

I don't even worry about tornadoes anymore. My husband says he wants to build a shelter, but I remind him we'd never use it. Whenever the tornado sirens go off, he usually goes outside to fire up the grill or mow the lawn. I just lay in bed and listen to music, trying to calm my dog because she's afraid of storms. This house survived one tornado - won't survive another.

Not to make light of the tragedy, but I had to laugh at the TV tornado warning with the computerized voice. We have a town south of us called Monee (pronounced Mow-knee). The voice said "A large tornado has been spotted on the ground near money." I told my husband to hold onto his wallet - and grab a net. I've decided to name this tornado "Rob." Hopefully, those people will be able to replace what has been taken from them.