tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1467233175753661815.post902864750642358717..comments2023-12-31T11:28:36.755-05:00Comments on the dayton time: so that happened.Pamelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13652737346135197054noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1467233175753661815.post-64349554177967200642012-04-11T21:34:41.915-04:002012-04-11T21:34:41.915-04:00I had been widowed for less than a year, and I was...I had been widowed for less than a year, and I was taking the kids aged 3 and 6 from our home on Vancouver Island in Canada to Portland, Oregon to meet up with some other widowed families. Not a long trip, particularly, and promised to be a pretty fun road trip for us. <br /><br />I tend to fly by the seat of my pants a lot more than I rely on planning, so I arrived in Portland, on the second day of travel, as scheduled. As I said at the time, "Might I suggest printing out your maps/directions BEFORE you roll into the city. Sitting in the car, road-weary, with the rain pouring and the kids complaining is not the best time to be looking for a free internet connection for the laptop to google a map of downtown."<br /><br />We got to the hotel and restaurants perfectly capably after that, which is the way it usually goes with me, but maybe I will make more of an effort to pre-print directions another time...TigereyeSalhttp://www.westcoastsassycats.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1467233175753661815.post-57510978711017771142012-03-23T14:03:57.668-04:002012-03-23T14:03:57.668-04:00When my parents moved away from me (because they l...When my parents moved away from me (because they love my brother more) I helped them move by driving my dad's truck with a trailer attached. I was following them through the unpopulated wilds of southern Oregon, without so much as an address in case we got separated. <br />They had a cell phone, but had conveniently changed their number without telling me(I'll bet my bother had it). It was supposed to be a five hour drive; me alone with a toddler. (My brother wouldn't have done it. Even if he hadn't been in prison.)<br />At one point, my dad got pulled over for speeding. Not knowing where I was going, I also pulled over. The officer said I couldn't stop there and that I should move on. <br />I continued down the highway until I saw a turn-off for a Women's Logging Museum. I pulled in to the tiny, snow covered parking lot and attempted to turn around. My plan was to wait at the end of the driveway until I saw my parents drive past, then get in line behind them again.<br />My plan did not take account the fact that I do not know how to back up with a trailer attached. I tried and tried, to no avail. And then, through a gap the trees... I saw my parents drive off without me.<br />With the limited cell service I had, I called home. The call kept getting dropped, but I was finally able to tell my husband that we were in danger of freezing to death at the Women's Logging Museum.<br />He made several phone calls, eventually tracking down my parent's new cell phone number. They returned and backed me up. My dad mentioned that they had gone on down to the next town and stopped at DQ, thinking that I had just gone on ahead. To where, I don't know.<br />They didn't even bring me a Blizzard. I'll bet my brother would have got one...Heidi Schulzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11820817760639108191noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1467233175753661815.post-12675857613122207142012-03-23T13:20:00.852-04:002012-03-23T13:20:00.852-04:00Hmm. I'm sure packed away in the back of my no...Hmm. I'm sure packed away in the back of my noodle are some doozies that involve 1) Walmart, 2) McDonald's, or 3) highway service station restrooms with no toilet paper. <br /><br />Crazy.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com