The Calm Before The Storm
On our way to a friend’s house for dinner, my husband, daughter, and my daughter’s friend jumped out of the car and started walking down a dirt road that led to a steep foot path when I noticed how handsome my husband looked. The conversation went like this:
Me: Honey, you look great in those jeans.
Daughter: Yea, Dad you look good.
Husband (posing): Really, thanks…they’re Steve McQueen’s (they were really Levi’s).
Daughter (looking perplexed and chuckling): Who is Steve McQueen?
Me: He was a famous actor from the 60’s…your dad meant to say Alexander McQueen…
I was amused….my daughter wasn’t. And, so goes it across generations. We proceeded on down the steps and enjoyed an evening that will be remembered for a long time.
Sitting around a big table on an old Adirondack porch, we just finished having dinner – sliced ham with peach sauce, corn and bean salad, sautéed mushrooms, and salad when the sun started to set. Between conversations about Pan Am Airlines in its heyday, Boeing, South Carolina and the unions, and the upcoming hurricane “Irene,” my friend Bill pointed to the sky. We looked in amazement and simultaneously got up from the table and ran down to the dock and this is what we saw:
My friend Bill took the above picture while we were all staring at the sky. With his i-pad in his other hand that had the weather progression of “Irene” on the screen, he told us this was the calm before the storm: the natural beauty from which a storm follows. And, so it goes.