Just a quickie...
Tonight after shelving at the library my Dad and I drove to meet his side of the family (my grandma, aunt and uncle) at Culver's in Verona, a town a few miles away, to celebrate my birthday. (The other half of my family is sick, and couldn't make it.) I drove.
So as we're leaving the snow starts coming down, not too hard. I drove Grandma home, which took about fifteen minutes, and as we pull out of her driveway the snow really starts coming down. By a third of the way home, we're going thirty on the highway, and you can't see the road, the only way to discern it being a general idea of where the ditches on either side are. And of course the snow hasn't the decency to come down in any certain direction, oh no, it blows about every which way. Pretty tense driving. Maybe halfway home my dad got nervous and took over. That was about as tense, acting as co-pilot, sort of thing. But we made it home alright. Now I'm kinda tired.
That's about it for the moment.
Slainte!
Ethan
2 comments:
ugh. Sounds.. er.. fun. Driving in an almost blizzard. My mom still doesn't like letting drive at all.
I now can ascertain that I love driving in blizzards, driving winds, on ice, in the heaviest rain storms, etc. My nuts.
Quessae. Which brings painful memories of Latin interrogatives to mind.
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