Arrival


That was an interesting drive. NOT. Kind of early in the season for snow and sleet, and what the hell! The east coast got it and there was sunshine in WI today? Yeah, I looked. I check the weather every day.

I was behind the wheel most of the way, having more experience with that shit than JJ, and was glad when we drove out of that into light rain.

I’m always amazed at the people who think they can drive 80 mph on the freeway in bad weather just because they have 4-wheel drive. Uh, that would be a big NO, you idiots. Hope you enjoyed your time in the ditch. 

Mom was fine. She sounded just like always and blew off our concern. She was wearing a hat to cover her bald head. Yeah, they shaved off her hair. The stitching looked just like that on a baseball. I admit I freaked out a bit over that when she finally let me remove the hat, but only long enough for me to get a look before putting it on again.

JJ insisted on cooking dinner for everyone. He’s in the kitchen now, rustling something up that smells really good. 

The house looks weird. Everything is packed up and furniture that’s been there for years is gone; she sold some of it off, knowing she couldn’t take it all. 

I’m feeling decidedly unsettled right now. 



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2 Responses to Arrival

  1. Edhelwing says:

    Ugh, hate drivers like that. Glad to hear you both arrived safe and sound.^_^

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