The relentless rain finally let up for the 30 minutes it took us to get to and through the farmer's market (short list today: eggs, apples, bananas, dried raisins, dried cherries, purple and yellow onion, and, of course, kettle korn).
And then we got doubles snagging an "eco-friendly only" parking space right up front at the library, and made it through the deposit line and in through the doors just as the clouds burst open again.
We hunkered down between the stacks as the rain pounded the skylights, and read for a few hours, happily coming away with 8 new books and 2 new movies (we watched Home on The Range for movie night), and just then they announced The Wizard of Oz was starting in the conference room on the big screen.
Squeals of delight all around and a couple of "can we, huh, Mama, please, pleases" later, and we were grabbing our little cups of free popcorn and settling in for the movie. It wasn't nearly as dark as a theatre. It was three times as noisy. And there were no nachos. But it was really fun. And really cute. And it was hard not to love every moment that they leaned in and put their heads on my shoulders and hummed all the songs they already knew by heart. [Oh, wait, maybe that was me.]
And then somewhere in the middle of all that, I decided to send a picture of the kids to Mommy, but when I checked my phone I instead noticed that Kim had posted a news report of a Tornado Warning that had just been issued for our area.
FOR. OUR. AREA.
We are, for those of you that may not be aware, in Northern California. Near the San Francisco Bay. Up in the hills. There are no tornadoes out here!!!! What the hell?!?!?!?
[And no, the irony was not lost on me as a 20-foot-tall black-and-white Elmira Gultch cackled high above us.]