So you all know I was headed to the Big Apple yesterday for an author visit with my niece's school. Such a simple thing, really. I do school visits all the time.
My plan was foolproof: put my youngest daughter on the school bus, run back to the house, grab my school visit stuff, be guilt-tripped by my faithful writing buddies (who I was about to leave home alone for many hours with only a couple visits from Grammy and Grandpa to relieve boredom and calls of nature) and head to the city with plenty of time.
|faithful writing buddies|
(This is the moment when you should make sure you have a fresh cup of coffee and a little something yumptious, because I confess this post runs a little long...:))
Have I mentioned that our house is 6/10 of a mile from the bus stop, around a number of curves that make it impossible for me and the bus driver to see each other until the last minute? This has been the situation for 13 years of bus riding, so as a result I ALWAYS call the bus when we're not taking it so the bus driver doesn't waste time waiting. In return, I hope that the bus driver will give us an extra moment - the benefit of the doubt, if you will - if we happen not to be there when she pulls up.
Since I work from home, most days it doesn't matter more than a little wasted gas if something goes awry with the bus.
Yesterday being a day when I really needed my daughter to ride the bus, I made sure we arrived at the stop on time.
(I would like to supply a photo of the empty bus-less icy road in the the driving rain here, but not knowing I was at the front end of an epic morning, I didn't have my camera with me :))
Well, I consoled myself, the weather is dreadful - freezing rain, icy roads - maybe she's just taking her time.
One minute. Two minutes. Five minutes went by. No bus.
Now, normally I have my cell phone with me so I can call the bus depot if there's a question. But yesterday, knowing I would be away from home for many hours, I wanted to make sure it was fully charged. Hence, when I grew panicky at the five minute late mark, I groped in my pocket for my cell phone only to discover I'd left it charging on the kitchen counter 6/10 of a mile away around a number of curves...
So we waited a little more.
Six minutes. Seven minutes. Ten minutes. No bus.
Now I knew I was in deep doo-doo (pardon my French!)
Back up the icy road, around the curves, 6/10 of a mile to our house. Up the icy steps at breakneck speed. Speed dial the bus depot. "What happened to the bus?" I asked with that very attractive high panicky pitch to my voice.
"Let's see," the depot master said bemusedly.
The long and the short of it was - substitute driver arrived early, didn't read the running sheet saying call the house if we weren't at the stop, didn't wait until anything close to our time, and LEFT WITHOUT US!!!
So instead of my calm, foolproof plan, I raced around like a deranged chicken, grabbing my stuff, shoving it in the car, racing through a quick email to my niece's school warning them I would most probably be late, and heading off up the icy road to my daughter's school - which, incidentally, is in the opposite direction from the city.
About 3 miles into the 13 mile drive, we got behind a sanding truck, driving down the middle of the road, spewing salt and sand in all directions over the icy surface. There could be no passing. We drove a maximum of 15 mph for the remaining 10 miles while I watched the minutes tick by on the dashboard clock and tried to remain calm... not very successfully I might add. My poor daughter...
At last she was safely at school and I could head for the city. I was now leaving nearly 45 minutes later than I had planned to from a distance that was half an hour further away. And the roads were still icy. And it was still a driving downpour. Not great conditions for making time! (And nobody better bring up the speeding ticket incident... (s)...!)
|...then rain slick roads...|
|...followed by traffic jam number one...|
|...and traffic jam number two....|
I pulled into 90th street at 10:07, had to back up and squidge over to allow a cop car to back up past me, wasting precious moments. On the next block, my first good luck of the day - a parking garage with vacancy! I dashed in, grabbed my stuff, practically snatched the ticket from the parking attendant, and ran, literally ran flat out, through the driving rain to my niece's school (although I had the foresight to tuck Phyllis and Woolliam and my other valuables under my jacket, since I did not have the foresight to grab my umbrella out of the back of the car :))
I dashed into the school, dripping wet, out of breath and, remarkably, only 12 minutes late, to find 4 first grade classes waiting patiently for me in the library. No time to catch my breath or acknowledge that coffee - it was show time - for three straight groups in a row, from 10:12 - 11:50.
But what a beautiful library, and what a wonderful group of kids! The morning drama was well worth it because after all that? We had a good time :)
Of course, the copy of the book I had moved mountains to get in time for the visit so I could give it to my niece afterwards didn't arrive. (I read off the F&G, which was no easy task - as you know, F&Gs are unbound, so when you try to hold them up so everyone can see, they have a tendency to fall all over the floor. This supplied much hilarity, however. I explained to the third group that I had already dropped the F&G about 20 times, and halfway through reading to them, it fell once again, prompting a sharp tack in the back row to shout "21!")
Anyway, after all the drama of getting there, the visit was such fun!
And guess what was waiting on my porch when I got home?
|Confession - this photo was staged this morning; when I arrived home yesterday, the book was in a sodden brown cardboard wrapping in the rain :)|
Susanna, what a crazy day! I'm glad it worked out in the end. It's these moments that keeps life interesting!ReplyDelete
Yes, indeed. Best laid plans...! But we did end up having a great time :)ReplyDelete
Cool, looks like fun!ReplyDelete
My goodness--what an ordeal! I probably would have called and canceled because I'm a weenie when it comes to driving on icy roads. Glad your audience was kiddos~ I'm sure they were smiling and excited the whole 12 minutes of waiting! Sounds like everything turned out fine--I wonder if anybody else missed the bus that morning.ReplyDelete
The visit was fun, Ryan, and well worth the ordeal, Jess. I too am a wimp about icy roads, but I really didn't want to disappoint my niece!ReplyDelete
Oh my gosh!That's crazy. I'm glad that you made it there okay and that everyone had a good time. The book looks great! :-)ReplyDelete
<3 Gina Blechman
P.S. your dogs are adorable
Thanks, Gina. They think so, too :)ReplyDelete
I'm glad you made it there. Phew. Days that start out like that never end well for me. It's like I'm 10 minutes behind all day.ReplyDelete
I know that feeling, Kari Marie! I was lucky to catch up by noon :)ReplyDelete
I absolutely love your faithful writing buddies!ReplyDelete
And I was going to ask about taking pictures while operating in a moving vehicle on icy roads, but you pretty much already cut me off at that pass.
Glad things worked out well in the end. Those kind of starts are panic attack inducing!
Tracy - being a fiction writer :) I confess to stretching the truth just a little... The photo that claims to be on an icy road was actually just rain - I didn't dare take a hand off the wheel while driving on ice! There was ice - I just didn't actually photograph it. And you should have seen me in traffic jam number three on the upper end of Manhattan - I was the definition of panic attack - so close, but still so far!ReplyDelete
What an adventure! Glad everyone made it to their destination safely.ReplyDelete
Love your writing buddies pic, btw. I've got two of my own! They have a spot on either side of my desk.
What kind of dogs do you have, EJ? Mine are both rescue dogs, and both seem to have some German Shepherd in them to varying degrees... Scouty looks like a shepherd/lab/australian cattle dog/rottweiler and Jemma looks like a shepherd/akita/maybe something beagle and/or terrier - interesting combinations! But they are both the best dogs in the world :)ReplyDelete