Ice, ice, baby…
by chuckofish
or, if we want to be highbrow, “a cold coming they had of it”. This year Christmas has involved travel for all three boys, starting with the youngest, whom I collected from college yesterday during the first phase of a three day period of very bad weather. Driving was an adventure mostly involving slush, fog, sleet, and freezing rain.
— approximately nine hours of excitement, especially after a piece broke off the driver’s side windshield wiper. We even had a deer bolt across the road in front of us. I’m getting anxiety chest pains just thinking about it.But we have my birthday CDs (gifts from sons 2 and 3) to help us focus: the Civil Wars:
and James Blunt’s new CD, which Youtube won’t let me embed, but you can find there if you’re interested. They’re both good and I recommend them highly!
After we got home I took my wine into the family room and binged on “Heart of Dixie”. Can you blame me?
You might wonder why I did not make my DH do this trip. The truth is I was saving the best for him. Today our weather forecast has been upgraded (or downgraded, depending how you look at it). The National weather service has this to say:
Winter Weather Advisory is cancelled.
The National Weather Service in Burlington has issued an Ice Storm Warning, which is in effect from 7 am this morning to 7 pm EST Sunday. The Winter Weather Advisory has been cancelled. The Winter Storm Watch is no longer in effect.
I can hear the ice hitting our windows even as I type this. Our eldest son is due into Syracuse tonight by train at about 9, which in theory would mean a 5 hour round trip in the car. Unless the weather service is wrong (and I fervently hope they are), it looks like a hotel stay of at least one night for the boy and (possibly) his father. Seriously, we don’t want them to end up like this:
Keep your fingers crossed!
Meanwhile, boy #2 is in Paris living it up doing research for his mother.
See…here he is in the Louvre with one of the guardian figures from Sargon’s palace at Dur-Sharrukin. Pretty cool, eh? And with any luck, all this bad weather will be done before we have to pick him up at the airport in Montreal.
Here’s a nice prayer from the 1929 Scottish Book of Common Prayer:
ALMIGHTY Father, who art present in thy power in every place: Give ear in thy loving-kindness to the supplications which we offer unto thee on behalf of our brethren and friends now absent from us; may thy mighty hand shield and protect them from all evil; may thy Holy Spirit guide them in the right way and bless their going out and their coming in; and grant that, being united by our fellowship with thee, we may all at the last be gathered in the home which is above; through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.
Stay safe all you travelers!





Zut alors! That first picture gives me chills. The prayer is very fitting indeed. Daughter #1 heads home tomorrow on the worst possible weather travel day in flyover country. We’ll be praying that prayer!
P.S. Cute pic of son 2!
Geez! Paris wasn’t so bad, weather-wise. You should really do a follow-up post about the trials and tribulations Dad endured in getting James home.