I’m so sorry that things have been quiet around here, Dear Reader. I was away from Home for a week, and I expected to have internet access. Clearly, that didn’t work out. My laptop searched and searched for a signal, and it found nothing.
So, I’ve been thinking of you, Dear Readers, but I wasn’t able to tell you. I do hope you had as wonderful a Christmas (or Chanukah or whatever it is you celebrate) as I did.
My actual Christmas Day was strange (to say the least), but the rest of the week was delightful.
On Christmas morning, we woke up at Joe’s childhood home. We had a lovely breakfast with his parents before setting out for my Grandma’s house. The four hour drive was happily uneventful.
Except for when I called Grandma to tell her that we were an hour away, and she said, â€œI thought you were coming tomorrow. I’m not ready for company.â€ I panicked a little, and I told her that we were coming anyway. What else could we do?
Joe said that I should have offered to stay in a hotel for the night, but I was afraid that she’d take me up on that offer, so I didn’t mention it.
Since Grandma wasn’t expecting us anyway, I thought I’d take Joe and Gracie on a little sightseeing detour near Grandma’s house.
What can I say? Adventure inspires me.
Oh, did I forget to mention that my sightseeing detour included an unmaintained dirt road and an even smaller mud path? In the middle of the country? In my Pontiac Vibe, which has only two wheel drive?
I didn’t know that it had rained for 24 of the last 36 hours, or I might have not have gone. Then again, it was 28 degrees (well below freezing), and I thought the mud would be frozen solid. And, like I said, adventure inspires me.
ha! The mud wasn’t frozen. The ice I saw was really just a thin coating of ice on top of a great deal of wet muck. For an intelligent person, I have some lapses of judgment now and then. Don’t worry, Dear Reader. I’ve heard about it plenty this week.
We didn’t have any trouble going down the road because it was downhill. The road was a dead-end, though, and there were only trees at the bottom of the hill. I had nowhere to go. I had to turn around and drive back up the mud path, and this was a problem.
A big problem that only got bigger.
Less than halfway up the hill, my car got stuck in the mud. On Christmas Day. An hour before dark, in the middle of a thick forest in northwestern Pennsylvania.
I’m aware of how stupid this whole fiasco was. I have been told by everyone I know, more than
We were stuck for more than an hour. Joe cursed. I laughed anxiously, which further infuriated poor Joe. He fell in the mud pushing the car, and that really made him curse. I made mud puddles under the tires.
We brainstormed. We have AAA, but it would be hard to get a tow truck on Christmas Day, and then, no tow truck driver would be willing to bring his truck back this mud path. My uncles were both away, so it was unlikely that either of them would be able to come help. Grandma drives a small Buick, incapable of pulling my car.
We were stuck, and not just in the mud.
Finally, I suggested that Joe try to fill up the mud puddles with brush from the woods. He didn’t think it would work, but tried anyway. The brush gave the car enough traction that it lurched forward (propelled at first by Joe) and out of the mud puddle. I could hear Joe outside the car yelling, “Go, Go, GO!” so I didn’t stop until the car was back out onto solid ground 3/4 of a mile or so up the hill.
Poor Joe had to run along behind the car because I was afraid I’d get stuck if I stopped again. He was probably still cursing, but I don’t know because my heart was pounding in my ears.
In the meantime, my grandma had called everyone but the National Guard to
tell them how dumb I was help us. Fortunately, we didn’t need it.
My mud crusted car arrived at Grandma’s house a few minutes later, where she was waiting to tell me how stupid my sightseeing trip was.
What followed can only be described as the strangest Christmas dinner I’ve ever had, but you’ll have to wait until my Tempt my Tummy Tuesday post for that.
Happily submitted to Monday’s Muse at Maternal Spark – Adventure inspires me! What inspires you?
*With all of our traveling, I wasn’t able to get to Things to Write Home About today. I’ll post it tomorrow, along with an awesome new giveaway!
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