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January 25, 2004

To Grandmother's House We Go

It is unusual for us in NC to get a good dose of snow. Usually, whenever the weathermen tell us a snow event is coming, it ends up being a horrible accumulation of sleet and ice. The pretty views that people in the North enjoy never seem to make it here. Instead we get broken tree limbs and power outages, as ice forms on the power lines and the transformers blow, which by the way sounds about like a bomb going off.

Today was different, at least in the early hours of the storm. Today we got snow......light, fluffy, beautiful snow. For reasons which are long-winded and more boring than I'm sure most of you care to hear, I needed to get my family (The Wife, Bug, and Little Boy) to my in-laws, since I will be out of town for a week starting tomorrow. Our choices were limited. We could spend the night here and have her drive herself and kids to the in-laws tomorrow morning, or we could leave immediately and I would drive them and then drive back. Since the roads will most likely be more icy tomorrow morning, we opted for me to drive us.

In my single days, these types of decisions did not require much thought, but nowadays, with a family in tow, I understand that my decisions affect other people. Getting in a wreck by myself would not be great, but the idea of running off the road with a wife, a 3 year old girl and a 1 year old boy would be even worse. I could see the headline, "Dumbass Kills Family" plastered throughout the local papers.

We got in the car and started the journey. I am embarrassed to say that I drove slower than my grandparents probably ever did, but I think I was the only one using some caution. To make matters worse, we drove about 1 mile from our house before seeing our first wreck........we trudged on. I passed a number of trucks going so fast they were leaving rooster tails (does anyone else call it that?) in the snow. Big plumes were rising high behind them. I could feel myself getting older with every passing mile. It is a wonder I didn't roll down my window and yell, "Why don't you rotten kids slow down before you kill somebody?" I even pulled over to let a winnebago going balls out pass me by. Probably a retired Floridian.

We made it, after taking an extra 30 minutes to make the drive (normally about 50 minutes). I dropped them off, kissed them all goodbye and started back. The drive back was worse. More cars on the side of the road, more sleet than snow falling, more fast driving old people wanting to pass me. Still, I made it and some of them didn't.

Should I have driven my family through a snow storm? Probably not. But I did it, and a small part of me is quite proud of the accomplishment. In my younger days, bad decisions were a large part of my existence, yet I continuously landed on my feet. Today helped me get some of those old feelings back........and while I can't go back to being 20 again, I did for at least a little while. This time I just dragged my family along with me. What did I learn from the experience? I want to drink a lot again.

Posted by Woundwort at January 25, 2004 05:03 PM | TrackBack
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