Forget all that I blogged yesterday about heat and suffering and how we stalwart Arizonans deal with it.
Because I got hailed on today.
I have been aware that thunderstorms were moving in and out of our valley. We've had fairly steady late afternoon rains the last couple of weeks - actually, we're already had over 15 inches this year as of this afternoon, and that's pretty good for this part of Arizona.
And this evening, as I went out to put the horses back together (see this blog if you don't understand the dynamics of our feeding ritual), I was fully prepared for some rain.
But I was in no way prepared for the large pieces of ice that begin to pelt me from the heavens above.
However, I did not count on two things:
1. The fact that hail makes enough noise that even my husband and son came from their respective rooms to witness the phenomena, and
2. They then noticed that I was not in the house.
Somehow this was a case for major panic - somehow the threat of, I don't know, kidnapping by exhausted Mexicans crossing our property was increased a hundred fold by it being in the middle of a hail storm.
So when my son finally found me (holding a knapsack over his head), safe and not too incredibly wet, he and I stood in the shed with the horses until the storm passed (he also learned that yes, horses can push you aside fairly easily in small places, don't try to fight back).
And then went back to the house, to be welcomed back with a warm hug for my safe return?
Not exactly.
My husband has one 'main' emotion - which is anger.
So instead of being scared... he gets angry.
When most people would feel nervous... he gets angry.
Anxious... anger.
Protective... anger.
Irritation... anger.
Problems sharing... anger.
Are we seeing a pattern here?
So guess who was furious when I came back inside?
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