This past weekend Sweetie and I planned a trip north to visit my grandparents. Then we heard about the storm that was coming, but careful checks of several weather reports indicated that the area we were going to was outside the storm area and besides, the snow wouldn't start until Sunday morning.
I guess we listed to the wrong weather people. The snow start during dinner on Saturday, and by the time we noticed the weather was too harsh to travel in. We were stuck. Normally not a bad thing really - I love my grandparents and their house is big enough to get away from them anyway when they get to be too much. The only problem, I was supposed to be to work on Monday morning at 7:00 am. Then of course there was the test on Tuesday that I needed to study for (more about that in a rant later).
On top of it all, Grandpa kept going on about how the plows were always slow to plow his road and that it was going to be Tuesday morning at the earliest that we'd get out of there. Oh yea - that meant 2 unexpected missed days of work and school, and I'd be getting back to the city just in time for thanksgiving. So I made a series of phone calls to alert people who were expecting me that I was trapped (yea for good friends and helpful neighbors - I'm deaply in debt to them now). I made hasty arrangements for things that needed to be taken care of and settled in for an unexpected vacation.
Well Grandpa was wrong, we were plowed out by 10:00 Monday morning. The roads were still icy and travel was slow, but we got home Monday in mid-afternoon. So I was able to make it to class on Tuesday, and then got to explain to my teachers why a friend had e-mailed them to say that I wouldn't be there. I got to take that test (blech) and just may be able to catch up on my work in time for the holiday.
Posted by Becca at November 26, 2003 07:11 AM