Call Us Chickens

Hello,

Leroy and I started out on a drive to meet some friends about an hour and a half drive to the north. One of them called to tell us that they were not coming because it was already snowing in their home to the northwest. After consulting with the other couple who were coming from the east to learn that they were just ten minutes from the destination and seeing snow in the air, we decided to turn around with a minimum of discussion. Leroy said, “My choice is not to go.”

“I agree,” I said without telling him that I had had trouble getting to sleep last night thinking about the trip with dread. If we had been half way there we probably would have carried on, but it was easy to stay home when home was just five miles away. The couple who proceeded to the end was originally from Texas. They beat us northerners to the finish line in a big way. I just hope they had an uneventful trip home at 10:00 pm when there was surely more snow on the ground.

Leroy as it turned out was not feeling so very well so he was not so interested in going on. Also he tells me that since his car trip when he slipped on the ice and hit a bridge he is much more cautious than he used to be.

After we had been home a while, I wondered if we were being much too hesitant as there was no snow here. At any rate we had a nice supper of waffles, pear sauce, molasses, and or honey. On the side, just to get some vegetables into the mix, we had a salad of the only raw things available: radishes, tomatoes, and alfalfa sprouts.

Should we have returned or gone on? That is one thing about prevention you seldom know if it is foolish or prudent. If the outcome is good we can say it works.

Paula