January Nineteenth Driver For The Day

My day started around three this morning. I awoke from a somewhat sound sleep and only dozed a bit after that until a few minutes after seven when I gave up and got up. I hate nights like that, but I wasn’t surprised. I had to take my dad to a doctor’s appointment this morning and I had no idea how the roads were. I had not gone out at all the day before, not even to walk up to check out the road. My son had told me that for the most part the roads were good, but being the over thinker over worrier that I am, my mind was on overdrive about the trip.


When it came time to leave I drove down to mom’s to pick them up. Right in front of their carport was a sheet of ice. I tried to get my son’s attention since he hadn’t driven off yet to help, but couldn’t. I managed to get mom and dad both in the car safely. By that time my son had pulled down to mom’s and told me he had called work and told them he would be a little late, he was going to follow me.


By the time we got out on the road all concerns pretty much fell away. The roads looked good all the way from home to the hospital. I lost my son somewhere along the way but I knew he was fine. I pulled up to the door and helped mom and dad get out and then went to park. I parked where I could see the doorway, right up until a big SUV parked in front of me. I figured it would be a while so I sat back and prepared to wait. Surprisingly it didn’t take too terribly long, just over thirty minutes I’m guessing.


After I drove around and picked them up, it was off to the big box store because mom wanted some groceries before the storm the are predicting this weekend arrives. I went ahead and got a few things too, though no junk food this time. I ate enough last weekend.

Dad had wanted something to eat. I drove around the McDonald’s to check it out. There was no one inside and the drive through line wrapped around the building. Mom told him she would look for something in the store. The deli wasn’t open yet but would be in about ten minutes. Mom went one way and I the other planning to meet back at the deli. Which we did. Walking up to check out the lines thankfully were short. Once checked out I got us back to the car and the stuff all loaded. Home again I helped them inside, carried all the groceries inside and then headed for home.

I managed to get all of mine in and put away then went out to see about firewood. I did manage to find enough of a size that would fit, loaded up my carts and pulled them back to the house. I can’t put any in the stove yet as I’m waiting on the fire to go out and the stove pipe to cool so I can clean it out. It isn’t drafting well so I figure its clogged a bit since it hasn’t been cleaned since it was before the first time a fire was lit in the stove this year. Thankfully today is supposed to be slightly warm and not at some below freezing temperature.


But we’ve all been home a while, I’ve eaten, the dogs have been outside and are back inside for now. I think its nap time.

About rebecca s revels

A writer, a photographer, a cancer survivor. An adventurer of the mild kind, a lover of the simple pleasures such as long walks and chocolate. A Christian unashamed of my faith and a friend who is dependable and will encourage readily. Author of three self published books with more waiting to find their way to paper. An advocate of good things, a fighter against wrongs.
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4 Responses to January Nineteenth Driver For The Day

  1. John says:

    You had a safe journey, that’s what counts! Snow is a bad word! 😂

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