Tornado season is upon us, which means that it's officially springtime in Oklahoma. There were around four tornadoes that hit Claremore last night; a church got their roof blown off and the dairy got hit. No fatalities that I know of, so that's good.
Rehearsal for Tales From Tent City was canceled halfway through, sending everyone scurrying home. I headed over to the dining hall, when after a while everyone ran into the basement. It was crowded. I heard somebody say that Claremore was trending on Twitter for a bit because of the wind speeds. Since it's also open to the community, other people came too, some bringing their pets. That helped ease the tension somewhat. Someone brought her cat, and there was a Pomeranian/Husky mix that was very scared, but friendly. (Also, Pomskys have really soft fur.) That was actually the second dog I'd petted last night; Zach and Charli's dog Gruber was dragged along to rehearsal after surgery that afternoon. So he played "Ranger," the dog of my character Crick. Animals are very soothing and calming. It would be nice if they were allowed in the apartments, Autumn and I agreed.
Ran into a couple people from Claremore First Baptist, a skateboarder named Justin and his RA girlfriend Elizabeth, and tagged along with them to work on cleaning the streets of the neighborhoods that got hit. So we met up with a bunch of other people from First Baptist and cleared the streets of large-ish branches and loose shingles. Most people were waiting for the morning to take pictures for insurance, which makes sense. Everybody seemed pretty calm.
So that was what happened last night.
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