WHAT A DRIVE!

I am always looking for a rainbow... then when I find the pot of gold... I start looking for some ogre to take it away.

I just made it back from Sanctuary... from the type of drive that makes you take up renewed interest in prayer.  

Crazy weather once I hit P Land.  It began with that nasty mist that is too tiny to wipe well and hard to see through.  But I could still manage to travel at legal speed.  Mostly it was annoying.

Once I hit the gorge, there was no mist, but standing water everywhere!  Hydroplaning was the only option.  I thought... sheesh!  And I grumped about the mist.

Ten miles down the freeway, the puddles left and it began to pour like it was time to build the ark.

I thought; Sheesh... at least when it was the giant puddles I could see!

Then I gave myself a pat on the back for knowing the road well.  I might not have the best vision here, but at least I knew where the turns were and what to watch out for.  Cool beans.

I should not have done that.

General traffic slowed to 45 MPH.  You could not see the lanes... no lines... only water and blurry vision.

I told myself not to panic.  I could see tail lights, I was fine.

That's when one wiper got stuck in the other wiper.

The windshield turned into a waterfall.

I only had a general idea where on the road I was... but I had no idea where the edge of the road could be found.

Only a vague somewhere to the right.

For the first time I was thankful for those noisy bands along the edge of the freeway that make a nasty sound to tell you when you are leaving the lane.

Ironic that I was happy to be leaving the lane!

Sitting at the side of the freeway... cars creating waves that washed against me as they passed... and I was afraid to even open the car door for fear someone would hit it and rip it off.

Getting wet was not an issue... I had already rolled down the window so I could stick my head part way out and my head and left side were drenched.

It is fortunately a tiny car and I could lean out a bit more and wrestle with the wipers.  

Lucky for me that they were tangled almost at the edge of the windshield.

Luckier still that it had not stripped the wiper bar and once freed... it snapped back to its proper position.

Luckiest of all that they both still worked.

You know there had to be a new problem didn't you?

My mirror was so cruddy from the oily water residue that I could not see anything more than lights zooming toward me.

No depth perception available.

I had to wait until all the pretty lights zoomed past

and new smaller lights began to appear before I dared to reenter the freeway... head sticking out 

trying to see ahead and behind.

Obviously I made it back on safely. 

However, the fear that the wipers would cross legs again was ever present on the rest of the slow drive

back.

Never have I been so happy to see

Dumb Potter's Hell!

So here's the score.  This was my last weekend as a visitor to Sanctuary.  There are 5 nights and 5 days until I get to go home there for good.

Two and a half of those are school days... ending on Wednesday.

That last day of school for the kids will have an assembly.  Later the same day is the good-bye pot-luck in the park.

As if saying good-bye to my students and the staff will not be bad enough... I still have to work 2 days after school closes.

I will not have 2 days worth of work left to do.

I'll meet all my obligations by Tuesday on that count.

Believe me, it is hard for me to look busy for three days.  Not to mention that there is some place that I would rather be.

But I am counting them down.

Every day that passes is a day closer

to my goal.

Sanctuary is waiting.