We woke, washed, and checked out of the hotel, heading to Union Station. There we had a lavish breakfast buffet and then went to see the hideous destruction of Pompei, complete with a finale including shaking of the room and clouds of mist intended to simulate toxic gases.
We drove south between fields which had been turned into lakes. There were tornados last night, and flooding. We discussed whether we might be like the people of Pompei in a similar situation, never thinking about leaving because the earthquakes happened sometimes.
They might not have realized that leaving would be a good idea, because they didn’t know about volcanoes. They might not have grasped that the bad things going on were specific to that place.
Fortunately, our homes had escaped flooding and tornadoes.
Our little gardens were fine. Damp, bedraggled, showing some debris from the flooding, but alive.
Except for some possibly drowned lilies.