I never said I was the sharpest knife in the drawer. I don’t really think I am stupid either. But what do I know? . . .
If yesterday was an indication of the weeks to come then we are in trouble. It is amazing how such a simple plan can get so fouled up in such a short time.
It started out simple enough. I wanted to get a new battery for the Mustang so it would be ready for the trip in three weeks. I had to be in Yarmouth (which is about 40 minutes away) for another appointment anyway, so it was a good opportunity to get some errands out of the way. I had been making a list of things I will need and it was getting to be quite long and with just three weeks left for preparation, we thought it would be a good idea to cash in a day and get this stuff out of the way. So off we went.
Since the Mustang has been parked since November, we saw no reason to have to jump it to get the battery. After all, installing a battery is a simple procedure and why should we pay more to do something we could easily do ourselves?
We got to Yarmouth and at the store they told us that there was only one battery that was recommended for the car. It was not the brand we were considering, and had less power and we inquired about the better brand one. The clerk was very helpful, and brought the other one out to compare and it was slightly larger in size in height and width. (By slightly I mean about 1/2 an inch) Not a lot when you consider the overall size.
We talked it over with him and asked if we could buy the better one and if by chance it didn’t fit, we could easily return it. He informed us that although we could do so, it would be a troublesome for him because of the paperwork involved with the warranty. Since is was only around noon at that time, and my appointment wasn’t until 2pm, we decided to go back home and get the Mustang and bring it in to be sure. The weather was overcast, but the roads were clear and there was no threat of snow.
We drove the 40 minutes home and I checked the weather while my partner proceeded to jump start the Mustang. It looked good. There was a chance of rain, but the temperature was to be nearly seven degrees. The plan was that we would drive both cars to our usual garage (which was on the way) and then we would drop off his car and take the Mustang to Yarmouth for the new battery and errands and then come back to the garage where we would leave the Mustang for our mechanic to check out when he had the opportunity and come home in my partner’s car. In theory it was a great plan.
We got to the garage and while my partner was in talking to our mechanic, I noticed a few flakes fluttering around (I didn’t dare turn off the car yet). I thought it must be my imagination, as it was. after all windy out and certainly those two or three flakes were just the snow that was on the ground fluttering in the wind. We drove away thinking nothing of it.
About ten minutes later, it really started to snow. We couldn’t believe how quickly this storm came up. It was blowing and swirling and fortunately not really sticking on the ground. We spoke of turning around, but by now we were getting too close to the time of my appointment (one that I couldn’t miss) so we went back from the secondary highway to the main highway where there were less curves and hills and more likely to have the salt trucks out first. We were already over half way there by the time it got bad, so going backwards would not really benefit us at all. We slowed our speed and forged on.
Twenty minutes later, we were almost in a white out (again!) and made it to Yarmouth. The snow was turning to rain, and we could hear it pelting on the roof of the car. It was a windy slippery mess. Our original plan was for my partner to drop me off and go get the battery done and come back for me, but the streets were slick with snow and sleet and getting around town was not easy so he parked outside and waited instead.
By the time I got out, things had once again changed. It was now a driving rain and quite windy. This, however was a welcome change from the ice and snow an hour earlier. The rain, although messy, was melting the snow and ice and we wound up continuing with our errands and going to several stores. Each time we got out of the car we were soaked. But there came a point where it didn’t even really matter anymore.
We finished up around 6pm, and had a car load of office supplies and groceries (and of course, a new battery in the car, as I opted to pay the extra to have them install it there). As we drove home (carefully and slowly) it was only raining, with all the snow being erased by the monsoon of water. You can actually see grass in most areas (or mud, if you will) with only the highest piles of snow lingering. We drove near the ocean, and the tide was high and the water was barely a foot under the bridge near Mavelette. Spring was definitely arriving.
The last insult was that I realized at some point while driving home that we would need to transfer the booty from the Mustang to my partners car at the mechanics, and then once again from that vehicle to the house in the driving rain. We arrived home after 7pm, cold and wet and hungry. I had 42 emails in my box and we had to put everything away, but at least we were here. Safe and sound.
I spent the remainder of the evening catching up on emails (I still haven’t finished) and reading. I put on my jammies and dove under a warm blanket while doing so. My kitty pancakes was good enough to snuggle up with me and get me warmed up again.
I hope that this isn’t going to be an indication of the weeks to come. I realize the weather is quite volatile in my neck of the woods and we have planned extra days to allow for things like this. I suppose that is the good thing about driving – you can make your own schedule and adjust it accordingly.
So with those things checked off of the list, we will keep moving forward. I look to today with a positive attitude, knowing that I don’t have to leave the house at all and that I accomplished quite a lot yesterday, despite the weather. Of course it is calm outside today, though it is overcast and muddy and generally icky looking out. For these reasons, Spring is probably my least favorite time of year. But I suppose it is necessary to take us to the next step.
I am very grateful to have the day behind me. I hope I can stay out of trouble today.
Happy Tuesday to you all!
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