A few years back my husband and I were out in the front yard. It was a beautiful spring day, he was digging weeds in the garden, trimming trees. Working at something. I was just out there with him being a pest, enjoying the green, the flowers, our nice, quite neighborhood.
In the blink of an eye he starts freaking out on me. Get the car in the garage! He's very busy doing I don't know what, but running to and fro with his equipment. I am fascinated. What is wrong with him? So I'm just watching him freak out. He looks at me frustrated, because I'm just standing there.
Get your head out of ( I'll say the clouds to be nice, but that's not what he said) and get the car in the garage.....Now! Who am I to argue with someone who's gone totally mad? So I move his stupid precious into the garage.
I barely made it in before hail started raining down. Bad storm, bad, bad storm. From nowhere.
Safe inside, I asked him how he knew what was coming. He gives me that look I know so well, the "because I'm a man and you aren't " look.
He replied that he saw it coming. Saw it coming? It was a beautiful day!. All was right with the world. Sure, he says, your world.
When I read about General Vallely, my mind wanders to that day.