It's been two years since I've blogged on this page. My friend, Robin Posey Culbreth, is a great blogger. I love reading her posts. She has made me think about those "few days" when I was blogging about daily life occurrences and such.
A lot has happened these last two years. I've changed school districts, serving a highly impacted school in Winston Salem. The challenges there are great but the excitement of knowing I, along with my teachers and staff, am making a difference in the lives of these children makes it all worth while.
In December of 2010, I met a man. A week or two after meeting him I knew that I would marry him and began plotting my course of action. On October 31, 2011 he moved in. That evening I shared with him that I do not "live" with men. I told him that we would be married on December 28. "Of next year?" he whimpered. "No, this year" I calmly proclaimed...."pick your chin up off the floor darling and help me hang your clothes up in your new closet."
So now we've been married a year. Life is nice and easy...as life goes. He is funny, intelligent, kind, and cultured. Sexy traits indeed. We like the same things, well, except that high brow Rock music that no one has ever heard of that pretty much sucks but, shhhhh, don't tell him I said that. He is a music savant. Kinda freaky that way; having 3000+ albums and about the same number of CDs seems to add to the savantness. So, where was I, life has been fairly uneventful for us, well, until yesterday.
Yesterday Central NC prepared for yet another storm of the century. This one promising a whole inch of snow and maybe (dum de dum dum) .5 inches of ice. Ice, I've said over and over again, is only good for adult libations, water, tea, diet coke, and sore muscles. Period. As I drove home from work for three freaking hours from Winston Salem to Greensboro, I was able to snap lots of pictures to entertain my self as I trudged east on 40. I mean from zero to a possible 20 MPH was all I was able to mustard. I started thinking about posting my photos on FaceBook or possibly DigTriad with snappy quips and bravado. An icy tome about the hazards of driving on ice roads. I could not wait to get home and get this done. Marvin would be so jealous I thought. I had a possible Novice Pulitzer coming my way. Pictures of ice warning signage, cars spinning, ambualnces, fire trucks, police, banged up vehicles, trucks jack knifing, I was getting it all. The comments would be filled with "oh's and ah's" and "glad you're home safe." I get near the Four Season Mall area and I'm moving a bit faster so I place my phone safely away and it rings. Doom was at the other end. I felt it in my photo finger.
"I'm OK" he says with just a hint of quiver in his voice. Marvin proceeds to tell me he is a mile from our exit and he has wrecked the car. "I was almost home. I was so worried about you, I don't know what happened but the car is totaled." And I began: Have you called the police? Have you called your insurance? Have you emptied the car of anything you want to keep? Have you called AAA? And then Marvin says, "I was hoping I could milk this for some sympathy, you know, a few "poor baby," breakfast in bed, a back rub, or say a call to AAA. I'm sure I'll be sore in the morning." I told you he was funny! Poor baby, he just discovered that I don't do nursing. I do "git er done!"
When I arrived at the scene, I pulled over onto the shoulder A police officer wanted to know what was wrong and I pointed to a heap of red metal and said to him "that was my husband's car at the edge of the forest." He asked me get away from the edge of the shoulder. I tried and was afraid to slide down myself. He saw that and proceeded to scream..."back up, back up, back up, turn to the right, get on the grass, move!" "Listen Mr. Policeman, I am trying my best. I need you to keep a civil tongue and provide me some guidance so you won't have another Veto in Hansel and Gretel's cottage." He backed off and apologized and I pulled more to the right.
Marvin walks toward my car and appears to be calm as a cucumber. I am still snapping pictures. Jimmy Olsen ain't got jack on me! "Get in the car and look sad," I said to Marvin. "CLICK!" He looked dumbfounded and a bit stunned. Method acting at its best. This scene, I tell him, caps my photo journal exposé! He smiles. I told you...witty, intelligent and kind and here to allow me to handle my fear my own way and to love him one more day. He's just a good ole boy never meaning no harm.
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