Change of Plans

We are currently living in an apartment transitioning between houses.

The little town that we live in hardly ever gets snow.

But in the short month that we have lived in this tiny apartment, my children have attended only eight days of school (and some of those were late arrival) due to no less than FOUR snowstorms (and Christmas Break).

I know people think Oregonians are wimpy about snow, but it is very wet and very icy.  And, because we rarely are blessed with this pretty white stuff, we really don’t have the infrastructure to handle it.

So we have learned to soak up the rare snow and enjoy the day (or days) off.

However, after virtually an entire week of snow and ice on the ground, one gets a bit of cabin fever. So today we attempted an outing.  A lovely young lady we know was visiting the area to play a college basketball game, and we had a wedding reception to attend for some other friends tonight.  We packed the car with snacks and a change of clothes (because basketball clothes and wedding clothes just aren’t really in the same class) and headed to the big city.  Until . . .

The transmission went out on the van.  Did I mention this coming week is nuts because we’re MOVING?!?!?!  I’m trying not to panic.  One mechanic told us it may be a simple hose popping-off due to the freezing temperatures.  Oh, please, let it be that.

My awesome brother- and sister-in-law saved our bacons.  Again.  And Anna kept me company in the back seat of the tow truck.

At least I had something good to read on the side of the road. Let this be a lesson: Never, and I mean never, leave the house without a book.