I'm still in Virginia, heading back home to Illinois in a couple of days. I won't miss Virginia (although one day I hope to visit Virginia Beach), but I will most definitely miss my son.
Some day?
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Showing posts with label Virginia. Show all posts
Wednesday, August 8, 2012
Family Vacation In Myrtle Beach
I had to post this photo my daughter took of her three children (my grandchildren) on the last day of their vacation in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina. I just love the way it looks (thank you, Brittney):
I'm still in Virginia, heading back home to Illinois in a couple of days. I won't miss Virginia (although one day I hope to visit Virginia Beach), but I will most definitely miss my son.
My vision of all of my children and grandchildren living around one huge lake in our own homes is a dream that may never come true, but I have a rich fantasy life, and in that world, we all live on a beautiful pristine lake, get together often, and enjoy all the amenities lake living has to offer.
Some day?
I'm still in Virginia, heading back home to Illinois in a couple of days. I won't miss Virginia (although one day I hope to visit Virginia Beach), but I will most definitely miss my son.
Some day?
Thursday, January 5, 2012
It's the Season to be Charlie!
The week between Christmas and New Year three of my grandchildren were visiting their father (my son) in Virginia, so I didn't get much time to spend with them.
The youngest, Zac, is still in the holiday spirit though, and when I arrived at his home this morning, he spent the whole morning singing "Deck the Halls!"
However, his version is a little different from the version I remember – "'tis the season to be jolly" – Zac's version is, "It's the season to be Charlie!"
If he only knew…
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Thursday, February 24, 2011
I Know Where The Wild Things Are
Rain Storms, Snow Storms, Ice Storms, Oh My!
This past Monday, during my trip from Illinois to Virginia, I was given a special glimpse into the minds of – let's call them cretins – or to make it even more simple, drivers without brains.
My son and his three children had picked me up at 9 a.m. for what was to be no more than a 12-hour jaunt. I was actually looking forward to spending some quality "vacation" time with my son and his children.
Despite anticipated stops for meals and gas, our expected time of arrival in Virginia should have been no later than 10 p.m. We would have had plenty of time to get a good night's sleep before the following morning when my son left for work and two of my grandchildren left for school.
Saying goodbye to Illinois, we optimistically drove through rainy weather as we headed east. What's a little rain, right?
The rain, however, turned into torrential downpours. Before we left Indiana, and all the way through Ohio, Pennsylvania, Maryland, Washington, D.C., and West Virginia, we drove through rain storms, ice storms, and snow storms – THE WHOLE WAY!
You would think people would drive carefully during this kind of weather. But, no. Why wouldn't you drive two feet behind the person in front of you when you could find out, first hand, what crashing into a car feels like? I mean, after all, what kind of wimp slows down in icy weather conditions?
Before we knew it, we saw one car after another sitting in ditches along several highways – state after state.
Part of the reason so many cars ended up in ditches that day may have been because of the states' (all of them) inability to keep the roadways clear. They should take lessons from Chicago and learn two very important words – salt and plow.
But I think the reason cars ended up in ditches had more to do with choices made either by inexperienced drivers or by stupid drivers than it did with road conditions.
"Guess what, People!" I wanted to scream, "When you follow drivers in life-threatening weather conditions – so closely they can see the whites of your eyes – you end up in a ditch."
Having written that, I have to admit that on curves where icy conditions exist, wheels don't always cooperate when drivers turn the steering wheel. So I do understand how road conditions can contribute to landing in ditches, even for the most experienced and intelligent drivers (post smiley face here – I landed in a ditch once when I turned my steering wheel as I rounded a curve, but my wheels slid straight).
No matter how prepared you are, no matter how much common sense you have, though, when Mother Nature takes the wheel, you sometimes have no control. But having common sense should alert you to BACK OFF and to SLOW DOWN!
The only people who seem to be exempt from understanding common sense driving practices during inclement weather, are truck drivers. You can almost see the gleam in their eyes when they avalanche your car with enough ice and dirty snow to completely blind you from seeing anything beyond a one-foot radius. I imagine them laughing their hideous laughs and growling their hideous growls (I now know "Where the Wild Things Are" – thank you Maurice Sendak) when they fling truck waste at all passing vehicles.
And that's exactly what happened to ours (well, my son's). As ice clung to the windshield and then froze there, we often found ourselves peering through tiny pinholes of clarity though the front window.
I was beginning to hate truck drivers.
And then something miraculous happened. Truck drivers, in procession-like precision pulled off to the right lane, one behind the other (they had previously ignored the "Trucks Use Right Lane" signs that had been plastered all over the expressway–now suddenly they decided to access the right lane and just SIT). Everywhere we looked, those same truck drivers who couldn't wait to splash us with muddy snow were SITTING in the right lane of the expressway.
I don't know why. I don't care why. I was just glad they were out of our way. I've never seen so many truck drivers in the right lane, not moving. I should have taken a picture.
The truckers were not alone, though, because we, too, ended up sitting in a couple of spots ourselves on I-70, without knowing why. I even called traffic.com at one point to find out what lay ahead, but they offered me as much information as I already knew – it may be due to the weather. Wow, they couldn't have been more helpful.
The prayers I used to pray when I passed other motorists who were stuck in traffic on the opposite side of the road ("Thank you, God, that I'm not sitting in that long line of traffic") were probably now being prayed by people in the westbound lanes of I-70.
Finally, after close to twenty minutes, we were able to move. Well, that is, until we reached yet another I-70 East interchange. A HUGE, and I mean HUGE semi was parked on the cloverleaf, preventing anyone from moving forward. Truck after truck after truck after truck lined up like big ducks along the cloverleaf and the connecting expressway.
My son and I, exhausted as we were, decided that we had to find another way. Otherwise, we might be sitting on the expressway for hours, and we were still several hours away from home.
Using his reliable GPS (choke choke – it kept sending us to legal u-turns somewhere in Erie, Pennsylvania, I think), we followed all the routes designed to get us out of the mangled mess on I-70 and to his home in Virginia. Eventually, after numerous u-turns, we ended up at the same entrance to I-70 East, but from the opposite side. That big semi, with all the other trucks, and God knows how many more, were still sitting on the expressway waiting to move forward.
At 5 a.m., we finally made it home, utterly exhausted.
After that horrendous experience, based on my observations and perceptions, here's what I have learned about drivers:
Some auto drivers think they can outwit Mother Nature as they exceed the speed limit and flick off those of us who appreciate the effects of ice on the road.
And truckers? I think the ones we saw that day enjoyed endangering the lives of EVERYBODY on the roadway as they played their stupid games with those of us in smaller vehicles, and we were in an SUV!
Those truckers have vacated their position on that I-70 cloverleaf, but I genuinely hope they enjoyed their stay at the Holiday Inn Expressway.
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This past Monday, during my trip from Illinois to Virginia, I was given a special glimpse into the minds of – let's call them cretins – or to make it even more simple, drivers without brains.
My son and his three children had picked me up at 9 a.m. for what was to be no more than a 12-hour jaunt. I was actually looking forward to spending some quality "vacation" time with my son and his children.
Despite anticipated stops for meals and gas, our expected time of arrival in Virginia should have been no later than 10 p.m. We would have had plenty of time to get a good night's sleep before the following morning when my son left for work and two of my grandchildren left for school.
Saying goodbye to Illinois, we optimistically drove through rainy weather as we headed east. What's a little rain, right?
The rain, however, turned into torrential downpours. Before we left Indiana, and all the way through Ohio, Pennsylvania, Maryland, Washington, D.C., and West Virginia, we drove through rain storms, ice storms, and snow storms – THE WHOLE WAY!
You would think people would drive carefully during this kind of weather. But, no. Why wouldn't you drive two feet behind the person in front of you when you could find out, first hand, what crashing into a car feels like? I mean, after all, what kind of wimp slows down in icy weather conditions?
Before we knew it, we saw one car after another sitting in ditches along several highways – state after state.
Part of the reason so many cars ended up in ditches that day may have been because of the states' (all of them) inability to keep the roadways clear. They should take lessons from Chicago and learn two very important words – salt and plow.
But I think the reason cars ended up in ditches had more to do with choices made either by inexperienced drivers or by stupid drivers than it did with road conditions.
"Guess what, People!" I wanted to scream, "When you follow drivers in life-threatening weather conditions – so closely they can see the whites of your eyes – you end up in a ditch."
Having written that, I have to admit that on curves where icy conditions exist, wheels don't always cooperate when drivers turn the steering wheel. So I do understand how road conditions can contribute to landing in ditches, even for the most experienced and intelligent drivers (post smiley face here – I landed in a ditch once when I turned my steering wheel as I rounded a curve, but my wheels slid straight).
No matter how prepared you are, no matter how much common sense you have, though, when Mother Nature takes the wheel, you sometimes have no control. But having common sense should alert you to BACK OFF and to SLOW DOWN!
The only people who seem to be exempt from understanding common sense driving practices during inclement weather, are truck drivers. You can almost see the gleam in their eyes when they avalanche your car with enough ice and dirty snow to completely blind you from seeing anything beyond a one-foot radius. I imagine them laughing their hideous laughs and growling their hideous growls (I now know "Where the Wild Things Are" – thank you Maurice Sendak) when they fling truck waste at all passing vehicles.
And that's exactly what happened to ours (well, my son's). As ice clung to the windshield and then froze there, we often found ourselves peering through tiny pinholes of clarity though the front window.
I was beginning to hate truck drivers.
And then something miraculous happened. Truck drivers, in procession-like precision pulled off to the right lane, one behind the other (they had previously ignored the "Trucks Use Right Lane" signs that had been plastered all over the expressway–now suddenly they decided to access the right lane and just SIT). Everywhere we looked, those same truck drivers who couldn't wait to splash us with muddy snow were SITTING in the right lane of the expressway.
I don't know why. I don't care why. I was just glad they were out of our way. I've never seen so many truck drivers in the right lane, not moving. I should have taken a picture.
The truckers were not alone, though, because we, too, ended up sitting in a couple of spots ourselves on I-70, without knowing why. I even called traffic.com at one point to find out what lay ahead, but they offered me as much information as I already knew – it may be due to the weather. Wow, they couldn't have been more helpful.
The prayers I used to pray when I passed other motorists who were stuck in traffic on the opposite side of the road ("Thank you, God, that I'm not sitting in that long line of traffic") were probably now being prayed by people in the westbound lanes of I-70.
Finally, after close to twenty minutes, we were able to move. Well, that is, until we reached yet another I-70 East interchange. A HUGE, and I mean HUGE semi was parked on the cloverleaf, preventing anyone from moving forward. Truck after truck after truck after truck lined up like big ducks along the cloverleaf and the connecting expressway.
My son and I, exhausted as we were, decided that we had to find another way. Otherwise, we might be sitting on the expressway for hours, and we were still several hours away from home.
Using his reliable GPS (choke choke – it kept sending us to legal u-turns somewhere in Erie, Pennsylvania, I think), we followed all the routes designed to get us out of the mangled mess on I-70 and to his home in Virginia. Eventually, after numerous u-turns, we ended up at the same entrance to I-70 East, but from the opposite side. That big semi, with all the other trucks, and God knows how many more, were still sitting on the expressway waiting to move forward.
At 5 a.m., we finally made it home, utterly exhausted.
After that horrendous experience, based on my observations and perceptions, here's what I have learned about drivers:
Some auto drivers think they can outwit Mother Nature as they exceed the speed limit and flick off those of us who appreciate the effects of ice on the road.
And truckers? I think the ones we saw that day enjoyed endangering the lives of EVERYBODY on the roadway as they played their stupid games with those of us in smaller vehicles, and we were in an SUV!
Those truckers have vacated their position on that I-70 cloverleaf, but I genuinely hope they enjoyed their stay at the Holiday Inn Expressway.
If you would like to read more from this author, look at the upper right hand side of this blog.
Thank you for visiting!
Thursday, April 1, 2010
Next Stop, Dallas?
Because her husband (my son), Greg, is still a Marine, they've had an opportunity to live in various parts of the country (my son was also stationed in Japan, Iraq, Kuwait, and other overseas countries). They now live near Quantico, Virginia. She may open a shop there some day. Maybe not. I'm not sure how well they like the area.
At one time she and my son talked about moving to Dallas, so she may one day open a FroYo there as well. I've never been to Dallas, but I hear it's a beautiful city. I've been to Austin and Houston – was more impressed with Austin – and have heard that Dallas was just as beautiful a city as Austin, only larger.
Just recently I came across a woman I used to work with at Billings Hospital in Chicago, who lives in Dallas with her husband. I found her on facebook and I'm waiting for her to invite me to visit her.
OK, I'm kidding. I haven't seen her in about 30 years, but just in case I ever go there (my sister once wanted to move into that area as well), I once again will have to look into auto repair shops for my ancient automobile BEFORE I make the trip.
My trusty 2002 Saturn now has over 145,000 miles on it and while it's still running strong, I want to be prepared, so Dallas auto repair is going to have to be on my list of places to visit in case I run into trouble. Who knows when I'll need a brake job? Every once in a while the "check engine" light comes on in my car and I wonder why it's so sporadic – you would think if it was an ongoing problem, the light would stay on.
Anyway, by the time I can actually travel anywhere, WHERE I go will probably be in my car, which by that time should also be my home. I don't think my Saturn is going to be comfortable enough to sleep in. After all, it will almost be like sleeping on another planet (Saturn, get it? – oh, come on…give me a brake – sorry, I'm on a roll – we are talking about cars and a car sometimes needs a brake job – OK, I'll stop).
Anyway, I can't afford some of the more conventional RV's, so I'm thinking of maybe getting a truck. The Chevrolet Silverado has plenty of room in the back seat for sleeping and lots of storage in the rear to hold my tent. What? You don't think I would enjoy a little variety now and then? I can't ALWAYS sleep inside the truck.
Before you start feeling sorry for me, I want you to know something – it hasn't gotten that bad yet, and before I live in a tent, I'd probably live in a camper anyway.
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Leaving you with smiles and a wink ;)
Friday, February 5, 2010
Virginia Snow Storm
I'm a Chicago girl. I remember walking home in three feet of snow during the great blizzard of 1967 – in the days when we had to wear skirts to school – in the days before doppler radar.
After plunging my legs over and over again through snow banks so deep I had to bring them up practically to my shoulders to move them, I came home completely exhausted. What normally took only 20 minutes to walk home at a slow leisurely pace took me more than an hour.
By the time I got home, my feet had swollen so much, I couldn't remove my boots, and I had frostbite on both my hands and my feet. I was wheezing with an asthma attack so bad I couldn't catch my breath.
Yes, Chicago girls KNOW what REAL snow storms are.
So imagine my surprise when I came out to Virginia to help my son and his wife with their kids, and on Tuesday this week, schools closed because they EXPECTED snow. The snow didn't come until nearly 8pm. The following day, Virginia schools closed again because they EXPECTED snow. Guess what. No snow at all, but Taylor got to stay home from school again anyway. All I kept thinking of Virginians was, what wimps!
Seems the entire state of Virgina and Washington, D.C. shut down when snow is expected. So when weather forecasters predicted a snow storm for tonight and tomorrow, I laughed. Apparently a sprinkling of snow is all it takes to send these people inside.
Well, that was my thinking until Southwest Airlines called to cancel my flight on Saturday. Hmm, maybe Virginia will actually be getting snow after all. According to weather.com, we're expecting a SIGNIFICANT amount of snow. That's what I get for calling Virginians wimps.
After plunging my legs over and over again through snow banks so deep I had to bring them up practically to my shoulders to move them, I came home completely exhausted. What normally took only 20 minutes to walk home at a slow leisurely pace took me more than an hour.
By the time I got home, my feet had swollen so much, I couldn't remove my boots, and I had frostbite on both my hands and my feet. I was wheezing with an asthma attack so bad I couldn't catch my breath.
Yes, Chicago girls KNOW what REAL snow storms are.
So imagine my surprise when I came out to Virginia to help my son and his wife with their kids, and on Tuesday this week, schools closed because they EXPECTED snow. The snow didn't come until nearly 8pm. The following day, Virginia schools closed again because they EXPECTED snow. Guess what. No snow at all, but Taylor got to stay home from school again anyway. All I kept thinking of Virginians was, what wimps!
Seems the entire state of Virgina and Washington, D.C. shut down when snow is expected. So when weather forecasters predicted a snow storm for tonight and tomorrow, I laughed. Apparently a sprinkling of snow is all it takes to send these people inside.
Well, that was my thinking until Southwest Airlines called to cancel my flight on Saturday. Hmm, maybe Virginia will actually be getting snow after all. According to weather.com, we're expecting a SIGNIFICANT amount of snow. That's what I get for calling Virginians wimps.
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