Men are big, like a thunder head.  As frightening and as surprising.  I stop and laugh and breathe in my laugh.  Then in three seconds I see the lightening.

I have learned to fall asleep in a thunder-storm–the noise and the light a soothing background outside my curtained window.  This is the type of beauty that is heard first–the rolling noise, and sometimes the bang–coming first to be followed by the bright flash of light.

Sometimes I miss these thunderstorm days, which make making decisions and trying to find something to do automatically done and decided.  If you go outside during a thunder and lightening storm, you risk being struck dead by lightening, and this probably is more likely if you carry an umbrella.  (Metal attracts electricity.)  The umbrella, being standing high and tall, is a seeker of the lightening, especially on a golf course.

So, take care, if you have to be outside.  I often cancel all my plans for some relaxing nap time.  If I am on a schedule, and I have to go out, I will rush from door to car and then drive very carefully and then rush from car to door.  Even though I feel secure in the car, because of the four rubber wheels that insulate from electricity, I am afraid of the wet roads and front windshield full of rainwater running down.  Almost no visibility and wet rubber slipping and sliding make me nervous.  Brakes and engines do not respond like hands and feet.

So, when I have the luxury to reschedule and just fall flat  into bed, I do.

I f I am with my husband, he is guaranteed to drive.  In fact, it makes me nervous having him beside me in the passenger’s seat.  So, a happy house and home is me in the passenger seat, yelling at the kids to keep quiet while we are driving!  My husband…  God bless him, does the dangerous thing of yelling too…  I warn him again, and again, that he might as well be texting when he takes his mind off the road!  So, we risk our lives every time we get into this contraption that is the car.

I also know, that even when he uses his membership at the race car track to drive a speeds imagined vicariously on iMax screens, that that is not really enough.  He denies it, but I know when we are not in the car with him, that he races between the stoplights.  On the highways, he waits for the fun curvy part, turns on his police radar, and races.

It is so dangerous.  It is frightening.  And I cannot stop him.  It is an argument we have… both for real and both for the sake of arguing facts..  Sometimes I just give up.  Sometimes, I become affected and I have to yell very loudly at him before I can calm down and just let my thoughts and sentiments be known in a precisely said word.

So, if you happen to be reading this…, please…. please….  Stop racing the car!!!!  Stupid.

These things are just the things that nature makes.  I ponder and think, and still cannot come to an understanding.  Where is all the sense?  Where is all the reason?  Where are these things of the brain and the mind?  Well, I have to agree with most people, reading a book is not the same thing as watching the movie.  Movies have come a long way since the nineteen-twenties.  There is sound, color, foley artists, and magical flying brooms.  I wouldn’t know what a magical flying is if I didn’t watch it on a movie screen.  The safe thing about watching it in a movie, it that we know the actors are not likely to die to the real world and never appear again.  If we attempt the magic at home, we also attempt suicide.   So, this is my sense, and this is my reason.  We can still live and have a good time even if we do not carry AK-47‘s and fly fighter planes into an air battle.  We can stop pretending to be on a race car track in between the stop lights, as that… driving at track speeds on a narrow road where stopped cars, slow cars, and cars that are changing lanes, is what will kill you and the other driver.

So, husband of mine, please drive like a normal person!!!  He is spoilt and has access to too many gadgets.  He knows too many tricks.  And a crazy, ability to figure out any type of engineering.  Stupid.

So, I welcome thunder and lightening storms.  We are in agreement that when there is one, I will drive, otherwise we stay at house and home and have a nap.