It’s morning . . . the tidy meadow sits outside the open door of the neat little apartment in the corner of the boat barn that my daughter has made cozy for guests to her idyllic world. I can see the ‘Thanks Mardell’ sitting in the bay on the Sound. She is part of the fleet of boats reflected in the waters of this inlet; some are summer visitors and others live here quietly waiting for their Captains to hoist anchor and let them loose to the open sea again . . . My Granddaughter, Hunter Grace, hasn’t appeared in the doorway of the big house, yet. She waited for me to arrive last night but the last leg of the journey through Portland was a nightmare of traffic and accidents . . . and I arrived so late that by the time I got here she was soundly sleeping and softly snoring. I kissed her . . . :)) I don’t remember it being so bad on my previous trips. Traffic was angry and snarled. Just a few hours earlier I had seen a huge semi pushed up against the center barrier lifting an SUV like a weird metal sandwich to suspend it off the ground while pinning it against the concrete blocks. It looked surreal hanging there almost surprised, and now as my northbound traffic was traveling at the 5:00 slow and stop pace, southbound was slowing down to match us, all this because of a small accident I passed previously several miles up the road. Suddenly exactly opposite me going southbound while I was stopped in the northbound lane nearest the center divider, I heard a WHUMP, THUMP, THUMP . . . it was eerie, I couldn’t see what happened, but I could see the looks on the faces of the semi- truck drivers as they slowed to stop. I later heard on the radio that the three car accident had closed the freeway for hours. Don’t know what happened to the drivers . . . It’s strange times . . . The people on the freeway seemed more impatient than usual this trip. I set my cruise control to just a notch above the speed limit . . . got in the middle lane and watched the other drivers whiz past me. I’ve used up all my driver’s school get home free cards on the last trip to the other side of the border (well, not so much free, as not impacting my insurance) . . . Ahhh, there she is, Hunter Grace, Hula Hooping her way across the meadow to Grandmother’s house . . . :)) More memories and musing later.
Posted on: Sat, 10 Aug 2013 20:27:12 +0000
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