The young miss had a beauty appointment with her Aunt Barb yesterday. I had enough time to get to Best Buy to pick up something for my brother, then get on I-35 for what I thought would be an uneventful road trip with the family.
No sooner did I get on the interstate, did I see one car in the ditch on my right. The snowfall wasn’t too bad, I thought. Visibility was impaired, but not low. Take some care, I thought as I pulled into the lane with the rest of the traffic … plodding along at near 30mph. Probably wise, I thought, but this was going to put a serious dent in quality time with my bro … or make me late getting back to church.
Within a minute of that first off-road auto, a red car went into a very dangerous spin as it passed me on the left. Then in my rearview, I saw a truck skid, swerve, swerve back and get under control.
This is nuts, I thought. The driving conditions weren’t that bad, but they weren’t trivial and some people seemed to motor along as if this was just a Saturday in the park, thinking it was the fourth of July or something.
We turned around … at the next exit, not the median. The young miss is disappointed her hair care will have to wait, but we had a nice meal at the neighborhood pancake joint.
Then we had the “exploding” Advent candle at Mass last night. Leading off his homily, the pastor mentioned the nice job our lector did on Saint Paul. If she could proclaim that one-sentence reading (a full minute-and-a-half) well, something remarkable would happen, as he said before liturgy. It did. No sooner had we uttered, “Thanks be to God,” did the 4th Advent candle topple out of its holder, off the wreath and break on the floor, shattering the glass follower.
We have a big space in between the two halves of the assembly seating, so nobody got hurt.
Life is always interesting …