Keep it slow and steady
Well, it was thick as pea soup! You could cut it with a knife! Just a grey wall… I could find other analogies if needed, but the simple truth was that with the temperature up to 8C, we had to deal with the fog. Not me, personally; when the ferry came by, around noon, her foghorn was on. When a grocery trip to Montague ended up on the agenda (not for me), the drive down and back was challenging. And when I finally did go, to my community meeting, I had to keep it slow and steady through the bends; follow the yellow line.
One other out-of-the-ordinary trip, again at lunchtime. I spotted a bicycle in the ditch, and recognized it. Turns out that a slowly flattening tire meant that son #3 gave up on his trip this morning, and parked it for later retrieval. I explained that in a world of pickup trucks, the pickup might not be under his control, and so I did the fetch and carry, back to the garage. I’ll look at the slow leak, later. Maybe tomorrow, during the next snow storm.
And that said, I’m really pleased that my schedule doesn’t require large travel. If the plows are late, in the morning, so be it. I’ll watch out the window, amazed at the variety of weather we get. Right now, there’s next to no ice in the strait, so I might even spot a seal. It’s that time of year. And in a few months, we’ll be looking at the beaches, expectantly.
