Several hours after her expected arrival, I assumed she was a no-show. "Why don't I take VISA and require a deposit," I asked myself. Finally, she called. Halfway here, she'd had to go back home because she'd forgotten her youngest's snuggie bed.
By nine o'clock that night she was finally turning off the Cimarron Turnpike and headed to Pawnee. By then, a threatened storm had broken into a torrential rain with thunder and lightning. We'd even lost our electricity. Bill said, "She'll never find her way out here through this," so I called (thank heaven for cell phones) to tell her that he would meet them at Snak n' Pak, the convenience store downtown. With a big a generator, they still had lights.
Finally, they all arrived safely. Then came the unpacking, with three small children, in the middle of a storm, by flashlight. Throughout it all, she kept declaring, "It's an adventure!"
Bill, who'd helped them unpack, told me the kids were excited when they saw I'd left donuts for part of their breakfast. "Oops. Those are bagels," I said.
By morning, the electricity was up and running again. Bill hurried down to Main Street Donuts on Harrison Street (H. 64) in Pawnee, and the breakfast fairy left a donut-filled chest for them. They had all earned a treat.
Posts
