A Lesson Learned the Hard Way

I was strolling through one of my old blogs yesterday. At one time, they were public, but I've since made them private - they were never my best writing, but I still enjoy going back and looking at what was going on in our lives at that point in time.  I found this story - which was originally published 5 years ago today.  I had completely forgotten about this until I read it - and then the memories came flooding back.  What a day that was....


We had a quick moving clipper move through our area and dump 4 inches of snow on us.  Normally, that's not a big deal.  Unfortunately, the storm was not predicted.  Our road crews were sent out on other assignments, and once the snow hit, they were stuck in the snow just like the rest of us and were unable to make it back to their home base and pick up the salt trucks.

This was the day that prompted my being more prepared for the snow in my car.  It's the reason why I keep a snow supply box - with food, blankets, water, and kitty litter in the trunk of my car.

I was stuck out in the snow.  I made it most of the way home with no incident, but then came the last mile.  No matter which road you travel to get into our neighborhood, you have to go down a steep hill, around a tight corner and up another steep hill.  The "back" way into our neighborhood goes through a ravine - the turns are even tighter and steeper on that road.

I came in the front way, and a school bus had spun out on the road and was blocking both lanes.  I backed up the hill and turned around to go the back way into our neighborhood.  That was where I made my mistake.  I crowned the hill at the top of the ravine, and my van began spinning out of control down the snowy roadway.  I did everything I was suppposed to do - and still, I kept spinning.  It felt as if the van was in danger of tipping and rolling over.  Finally, after three complete spins, I came to rest against a curb.  After I gathered my wits, I backed the van the rest of the way down the hill and made it up the next hill.  I finally got onto the road behind my house, only to find cars at a complete standstill.  There was a five car pile up, and two school buses full of children had spun out on the road, and were stopped, perpendicular to the roadway. 

I gave up all hope of getting home in my car.  There was an empty field off to my right.  I pulled my van into the field, and walked the rest of the way home.  I only had three blocks to go.  Because the road surface was so slippery, I walked through front yards.  I watched, horrified, as a motorist left his car and attempted to walk down the road.  Another car, attempting to get around the pile up had pulled to the side of the accident and lost control of his car.  He was headed toward the pedestrian, and there was no way the collision could be avoided.  Somehow, the pedestrian managed to get out of the way of the car, but it was enough to convince me to stay far away from the roadway. 

The kids usually get out of school at 2:30.  My daughter gave up on the bus and walked the mile and a half home.  The boys school is farther away from the house.  The buses did not deliver them home until 7:00 that night.

Now that I've had time to reflect on the incident, what lessons have I learned?

First, I have prepared a box of items in my trunk just in case if I am stranded again.  If I had been stuck in my car for any length of time, I would have been in some serious trouble.  My box has blankets, non-perishable food, water, kitty litter, hiking boots, a flashlight, kitty litter (for traction), and a small snow shovel.

Second, I put snow chains in the back of the car.  I have all weather radials on the van, but they were not enough to handle the slick snow that we had.  Even more important, I learned how to put the chains ON the tires.

Third, I make certain that I have my winter coat in the back of the car when I leave the house.  I don't wear my coat when I drive- I don't feel like I can handle the car well when I am all bulky in my coat.  However, walking home three blocks in my Keds and a sweatshirt through a snow storm was enough to convince me that NO MATTER WHAT, my coat is always in whatever car I am traveling in.

Stay warm this winter!

Pink Hair

The middle child now has pink hair.   You read that right - PINK hair! 

He has been in the middle of his competition season- Physics Olympics, Destination Imagination, and the Robotics Tournaments.  He wanted to do something that would make him stand out and be memorable.

I've got to admit, the pink hair does stand out! 

He and his friends got together before Easter week and decided to dye their hair.  Since his hair is so dark, he decided to go whole hog and bleach it first, then dye it pink.

I had no advance warning before this happened.  He came home, walked into the room, said he was going to take a shower, and walked back out again.  I looked at his sister and said, in a rather stunned voice "Was his hair pink?"

Okie Dokie.  Pink Hair. 

I've actually gotten used to it.  It's easy to find him in a crowd.  Bright pink hair in a sea of heads- easy to spot. He brought a nice touch of Easter joy to our table- he looks like a giant Easter Egg now.

I've had several people ask me my thoughts about his hair color.  So, I'll share them with you:

1) He doesn't smoke, do drugs, and isn't out having sex.  Pink Hair is not a battle worth fighting.

2) He needs to enjoy his hair while he still has it.

One last thought to leave you with....  While we were at the University of Maryland last week, we stopped at the statue of Jim Henson with Kermit in front of the student union.  Jim and Kermie are sitting on the statue, talking to each other.  I took middle child's picture on the bench with Jim and Kermie.

As people were walking by, they stopped and stared at him, with his pink hair, turned towards Jim and Kermie as if he was talking to them.

"Oh My God..." said one father to me... "Your son looks just like Beaker!"

Yep... my son Beaker, who hopes to be a Terrapin, class of 2017. 

Enjoy that hair while you still have it!!!!