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I am a retired English teacher and department head, the mother of three, grand mother of three, and have been married to the same man for 42 years. I subscribe to Dr. PM Forni's concept of Civility. I was born in South Philadelphia and grew up in the 'burbs. I love soft pretzels and cheesesteaks, the Phillies, the Eagles, and San Diego. I love being Mom, Aunt Kathy, Nona Kathy, and Teacher. I spend a lot of time in my gardens in the spring and summer, and in the winter I plan what I'm going to plant. I also am an avid reader and photographer.

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Saturday, February 21, 2009

A Moment on the Lips, Forever on the Hips

Middle child attended a college in Central Pennsylvania. I used to love driving up to see her or to pick her up. I'd drive West on I70, through Frederick, and then Hagerstown, Antietam/Sharpsburg (where the bloodiest battle of the Civil War took place as over 21,000 died in about 12 hours. And where they say the creeks ran red.) And then North on I81 for about a half hour. We'd go to see her play field hockey, or to take her and her friends out for dinner or pizza. Once, she wanted me to help her plant flowers in front of the house they rented. It was about 95 degrees that day and the house was not air-conditioned; thought I would melt. I weeded dirt that was like concrete, planted geraniums and enjoyed being there nonetheless, moreso for the conversations we had and the time spent together; happy finally, I had not killed her when she was a young teenager.

On an excursion to bring her home, I remember loading up our car with her stuff. She said she wanted to stop at the Dairy Queen for ice cream. (This was unusual for her -- slim, gorgeous, weight-conscious, so I took her seriously and we stopped.) I had something delightful, which I, of course, regretted (as soon as I'd finished and licked the cup) as I might as well just apply the stuff to my ass. We got back into the car and drove South on I81 toward home.

Interstate 81 goes all the way from Canada through to Route 40 in Tennessee; it is, therefore, a common choice of truckers. Many drivers will try to avoid using 81 because of the number of big rigs and trailers, but I don't usually mind. On this particular day, the road was crowded with big rigs. I had no trouble merging into traffic and we drove in silence for a bit. I was lamenting my ice cream splurge when I noticed a huge rig carrying half a house had pulled in behind me. It had gotten separated from its convoy -- warning cars before and after. I didn't think anything of it until a pickup, equipped with flashing lights and a huge "Wide Load" sign pulled in front of us. I looked at my daughter; she at me, smiling, the lights from the truck in front of us reflecting off our faces, the ice cream and many other indiscretions still on my mind. I said, "Somehow I knew it would always come to this." She giggled and we drove on.

11 comments:

beachgirl said...

Fun story.
Enjoy your weekend.
I went to go for a ride, the snap broke on my helmet. Put on another one. Went and gassed up my bike, the pump wouldn't shut off so my bike got a gas bath. I gave up and came home and detailed my bike to get the gas off. I'll ride later.

Brad said...

I will never look at those signs again in the same way. I'm not sure that's a good thing.

happyone said...

Thanks for making me laugh! :-)

Cheryl said...

I love your stories.

Route 81 is so scenic but, like you said, scary with all the big rigs.

Gin said...

Having felt those same guilt pangs after Dairy Queen...I am really relating to the feelings you had. I love this story and am still laughing. You always tell good ones!!

Ruth Hull Chatlien said...

Thanks for the laugh!

The Beer Geek said...

We have a Dairy Queen in our old city here in Florida, and now, well you went and reminded me of it. Now, I'm going to have to go. It's all your fault too! LOL

Palm Springs Savant said...

hee hee, I needed that chuckle, thanks!

The Beer Geek said...

Oh, I almost forgot...
Yes, Anheuser-Busch products are without a doubt inferior. Its just a fact of life. LOL
Ive been wanting to try some of those Alaskan Brewing beers!

Gulf Coast said...

such a sweet happy story. I envision myself and daughter in your shoes one day. such a pleasant story that made me smile. thanks for sharing.

Jay said...

That's funny! LOL!

I'm a bit of a 'wide load', too, and ice cream? Don't talk to me about ice cream! I seem to be addicted - but like you, I'm always smitted by guilt as I'm licking the last spoonful. *Sigh*