While this summer has been terribly short on rain I still feel like it has been fairly stormy. It seems to be one thing after another around here and we are just trying to weather each storm.
Yesterday we had a follow up eye doctor appointment for Ben. As I was getting the kids ready to go to my mom's un-air conditioned house the temperature outside hovered around 96 degrees. Five minutes later Ben told me that the thermometer read 85 degrees. Ten minutes later when I was dropping off Joey, Tommy, and Grace at mom's house (so I could take Ben to his appointment and actually hear what the doctor had to say) it was 78 degrees. The temperature dropped 18 degrees in 10 minutes. A storm was rolling in.
At the doctor's we found out that Ben's glasses have had no affect on his eye muscles (as I suspected) and he will no longer need to wear them. Unfortunately, he will need to have surgery on both his eyes (as I suspected from the beginning). Worry, worry, worry. It is my middle name.
When we got home the storm had hit us full on. Rain poured down quenching the parched ground. It rained and rained. The thundered growled. The lightening struck. The storm plowed on.
Afterwards the grass was greener. The plants stood taller. Everything looked cleaner and brighter and healthier. The storm did it's job. Amazing how something so violent looking can actually make things better.
I guess sometimes just weathering the storm makes you healthier and stronger.