An Ol' Broad's Ramblings
So, I get up this morning, with the intent of heading towards home, getting as much space between me and the first snowpocalypse of the Yankee’s year. I look out the window, and nary a snow flake to be seen.
I make it to Chicago….and BOOM! Nothing really bad…yet, but it’s enough to make me wonder if I was wise in my decision making, considering Jamie said I should wait till tomorrow. Hmmm.. I can handle this, right? I mean, after all I did live in the tundra for 10 years, so I have a bit of experience, right? RIGHT??? sigh…
By the time I made it to the first rest area south of Chicago, and all the rip off tolls, it was getting fairly serious.
Now, in my little pea brain, I figured I could get south of the mess, and all would be well. Makes sense to me! Uh huh. Welp, the farther south I got, the more the wind was blowing, and the more the wind was blowing, the less I could see. It’s kind of weird to have the sun shining above ya (even for just a minute or two) and have a serious white out area in front of you! And FYI people, turn your flippin’ lights on!!! Sheesh! Most folks were moving along at about 55 to 60 when the conditions would allow it, and slowed down to about 50 when it got a bit nasty. Then, there were those people who thought moving along at 35 with no lights was a good idea. *shakes head* Idjits!!
After seeing one too many cars in the ditch, and one that got totally smashed up (lady was fine, but the look on her face spoke volumes), I decided it might be a good idea to get as far as I could, and stop for the night. Well, I made it to Arcola, and carefully pried my fingers from the steering wheel, so I could check into a motel.
It’s 16 flippin’ degrees out there! Well, at least it was when I got out of the truck. And do I have a heavy coat? No, of course not! That would make too much sense! Well, I do, but it’s packed up in the back of the truck, so wasn’t gonna do me a lot of good. It really is possible to turn into a Popsicle, cuz that’s what I was by the time I walked the 10 feet from the truck to the motel entrance! Naturally, no one was at the desk, but there was a note. Be back in 5. Then the phone started ringing…and kept ringing until the lady came back after picking up her young’un from school….10 minutes later. Like my nerves weren’t already frazzled? sigh…
Now, I’m blissfully stretched out on a rented bed, occasionally peaking out the window, thinking…Yep…it was a REAL good idea to stop for the night.
Major thanks to Chris! I honestly had a good time, even if you and Jamie most likely shared your cold with me. I’m sure the Mr will appreciate it. Heh.