We had no children today. No one to put on or off the school bus, and no one to keep an eye on for the day. So, Hannah and I decided to go shopping. First I needed to renew my dog's license and buy a roll of postage stamps, and after that we headed toward Webster. Hannah was my chauffeur. We had just crossed the county line when the van bleated out a loud warning, "BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP!!!" and the right rear wheel started to make a strange thumping sound. Hannah said something about having a heart attack and pulled off the side of the highway. A quick glance out the passenger side door confirmed our suspicions, the back tire was flat.
I did what any quick witted and able-bodied woman would do in this situation. I pulled out my cell phone and put in a call to My Darling. Thankfully he answered his phone and was soon on his way to rescue the damsels in distress. (Hannah may have a bit of experience changing tires, but I don't.) As we sat waiting, hazard lights blinking, radio singing, and van shaking every time something passed by, we thought of good reasons to be thankful.
- I have a cell phone.
- The battery, which started to cry out an "I'm dying" warning just after my call to James, was not too dead to make a call.
- It wasn't raining.
- It was 40 degrees instead of 20, like a few days ago.
- The wind wasn't whipping around.
- It wasn't dark
-We weren't in a hurry.
- We were only in Webster instead of on the other side of Rochester.
- We had no children with us.
- We had no Grandma with us.
- My bladder, though full, was not ready to explode.
- Help was on the way.
James soon pulled up behind us, yanked the offending tire from it's moorings, and replaced it with a funny, gold-rimmed spare. "Drive slow," he advised. "Maybe you should take Ridge Road." So, off we went to the shopping plaza where I suddenly found myself overwhelmed and not quite sure what to do. In spite of my inability to think during the holiday madness, Hannah was able to pick out a couple of gifts. I think maybe I'll just throw a grand holiday party when Jim and Michele come home.
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