Anybody ask for ice?

This afternoon I was busying myself taming my hair and readying the boys for dinner with my family. My parents and Tina were the first to arrive and no longer than five minutes after they walked in the door, the day which had been clear, became an onslaught of rain and hail. Hail larger than I have seen in person before. The ones Joshy and I are holding were picked up after 15 minutes of melting in the 75 degree weather.

When the storm hit, Jess and Ross were on the road and pulled into a gas station to avoid the ice. A good move when considering the divots scattering the hoods and roofs of my parent's car and my own. When it first began to hit, I twinged at the sound of the hard ice stones pelting the windows. It was not the usual click of pebbles tossed at a window for attention but golf balls driven at the windows with full force. We all just waited for the inevitable crack...

that inevitably came...

Across our northern facing windows are panes that are broken and cracked. Holes that appear as if victim to an unruly child with baseball and bat. Still, there are worse things than a brisk spring breeze wafting through the house. And our siding is steel, so while dented thoroughly, it fared much better than the neighbor's vinyl, pockmarked with cracks and holes where the ice went through. Our Hyundai is worthless on a good day and so I find myself far less forlorn than my neighbors with Hummers and Mercedes. No, I mourn my picture window and the dented steel for the annoyance it will be to replace. But with the storm season we are having, at least I can choose not to worry about it until after spring, as any repair would seemingly prove in vain. Check tornadoes and hail off for the week. Give us a good Godzilla rampage and we will have the golden trifecta.