I have some friends who, when sharing some spiritual truth, will sometimes say something along the lines of, "Oh God must have really laughed at me when I made those plans," going on to explain how something they had planned had gone differently than they had envisioned -- the lesson being that God orders our steps.
Although I'm not sure God laughs at us (maybe He does; I just don't have any certainty of it), last week when I closed out my blog post stating how we would be going to Dallas, implying we would escape the wintery weather, He, being the all-knowing one He is, had to have known how things would ultimately turn out.
Which was much different than what we planned.
Wife and I set out last Thursday, one week ago today, at approximately noon, and arrived at Older Son and DIL's home in Dallas about 11 hours and 15 minutes later. Yes, it was a long drive, but Wife and I have always traveled well together and it was really quite pleasant.
We did find the weather more agreeable in Dallas. I enjoyed nice walks through Older Son's wonderful old neighborhood in shirt sleeves.
About mid-day Saturday, however, we began to hear weather reports saying things would turn nasty there in Dallas by Sunday. We were planning to leave Monday morning. We planned to stop by and see Wife's parents in Little Rock and have lunch with them, and then drive to Memphis to spend the night.
We listened attentively to the forecasts that became more ominous. Sunday morning I got up and ran -- in shorts, no less. When I got back to the house, Wife was looking at her phone, tsk-tsking about the weather. Rain would begin in the early afternoon and it would turn to ice overnight.
To summarize, we went to church, ate a quick lunch and hit the road in a driving rain about 1:30 p.m. We decided we did not want to risk getting stuck there.
We bypassed Little Rock, where it was beginning to snow, and headed east toward Memphis. We made it as far as Forrest City, Arkansas, about 70 miles west of Memphis. The snow was coming down steadily and our car thermometer told us it was 30 degrees outside, which was a good indication of why said snow was sticking to the ground and the road.
Wife called a nearby Hampton Inn and we got the last room. We left there about 10 Monday morning. Wife dropped me in Memphis so I could work in my office there part of this week, and drove home.
I arrived back here today. Nashville had more snow last night but today the temperature has finally risen above freezing and there has been significant melting. I talked to Older Son and he said it's still very cold in Dallas and they have hardly thawed out from the ice earlier this week.
Maybe God's laughing, maybe He's not.
But don't look for an announcement of any short-term plans here anytime soon.
Thursday, February 26, 2015
Wednesday, February 18, 2015
The ice cometh, man
We have just completed Day Three of our semi-confinement.
I'll explain.
All day Sunday the weather prognosticators were telling us we would have snow like crazy after midnight and into Monday. Expect five to eight inches, they told us. Around these parts, that's a lot of snow.
It was a holiday for me, so I was, quite candidly, hoping for the entire eight inches. It has been a long time since we had a really good snow so bring it on, I was thinking.
We awoke Monday morning and there was plenty of white but it was not snow; it was ice. And we were iced in, big-time. The snow took a detour to the north and we got the ice -- sleet and freezing rain -- and plenty of it.
Our driveway was one big sheet of ice, as was our street.
It was a work day for Wife but she generally works from home and she had a pretty light day. We had an enjoyable day and evening together.
Since I can also work a lot from home, I chose to do so yesterday (Tuesday). There was very little melting, and the plows had made it into our neighborhood, although not very much of our street.
Yesterday afternoon I told Wife I thought we should take the pickup truck out for a spin. I had parked it in the garage when all this started. I told her worst case, we would turn around at the end of driveway and put it back in.
We got around just fine. I carefully maneuvered the icy driveway and road to the point to where things had been cleared. We made a visit to Sonic and came home.
Last night we had about an inch of snow on top of the ice. The truck still handled fine but I could definitely tell a difference with the layer of snow now on the road. I drove to the Y (to get some exercise, trying to offset all of eating I've done since being housebound) and we made our trip to Sonic again this afternoon.
Wife is usually the one to get "cabin fever" in situations such as this but I'll admit that I've been the more restless one this time.
It's been bitterly cold and tonight it's supposed to be below zero. We are not used to that, folks. I don't know that I've ever experienced sub-zero temperatures.
We are scheduled to start toward Dallas tomorrow to visit Older Son and DIL, stopping half-way in Little Rock tomorrow night. It looks like if we can get out of Nashville, we'll be fine. That's our plan.
We have become well acquainted with winter this week and I can say, unequivocally, that I'm ready for spring.
I'll explain.
All day Sunday the weather prognosticators were telling us we would have snow like crazy after midnight and into Monday. Expect five to eight inches, they told us. Around these parts, that's a lot of snow.
It was a holiday for me, so I was, quite candidly, hoping for the entire eight inches. It has been a long time since we had a really good snow so bring it on, I was thinking.
We awoke Monday morning and there was plenty of white but it was not snow; it was ice. And we were iced in, big-time. The snow took a detour to the north and we got the ice -- sleet and freezing rain -- and plenty of it.
Our driveway was one big sheet of ice, as was our street.
It was a work day for Wife but she generally works from home and she had a pretty light day. We had an enjoyable day and evening together.
Since I can also work a lot from home, I chose to do so yesterday (Tuesday). There was very little melting, and the plows had made it into our neighborhood, although not very much of our street.
Yesterday afternoon I told Wife I thought we should take the pickup truck out for a spin. I had parked it in the garage when all this started. I told her worst case, we would turn around at the end of driveway and put it back in.
We got around just fine. I carefully maneuvered the icy driveway and road to the point to where things had been cleared. We made a visit to Sonic and came home.
Last night we had about an inch of snow on top of the ice. The truck still handled fine but I could definitely tell a difference with the layer of snow now on the road. I drove to the Y (to get some exercise, trying to offset all of eating I've done since being housebound) and we made our trip to Sonic again this afternoon.
Wife is usually the one to get "cabin fever" in situations such as this but I'll admit that I've been the more restless one this time.
It's been bitterly cold and tonight it's supposed to be below zero. We are not used to that, folks. I don't know that I've ever experienced sub-zero temperatures.
We are scheduled to start toward Dallas tomorrow to visit Older Son and DIL, stopping half-way in Little Rock tomorrow night. It looks like if we can get out of Nashville, we'll be fine. That's our plan.
We have become well acquainted with winter this week and I can say, unequivocally, that I'm ready for spring.
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