When I look at the state of my house - the finger prints on the fridge and windows, the food smears on the table, the dirt and sand and food on the floor - I feel a little panicked. How will my house be ready to welcome a celebration when I have`two whirlwinds undoing twice as fast as I can do? No list can keep my house clean, so I'll just have to wing it at the last minute
Yesterday at the lake we saw a small seiche. Here is the water going out, just before a storm arrived.
Here it is coming back in.
Our storms have been what I think are typical mid-west summer storms. The first boom of thunder gives you about five minutes before the heavens open up. Rain comes down like a waterfall. Trees bend to the howling wind. Lightning flashes and sometimes the lights flicker. The noise and power of it all is exciting and sometimes a little scary. And then just as fast as it started, it ends. Is that at all symbolic of motherhood? I think it just might be.