oh Sandy.

(For any Grease fans, I found this pretty brilliant.)

So. On Sunday morning at the Mariners Grill, we began discussing potential options for travel should our train plans get axed  For instance, would it be good to see if Grampa and Grama could just fly straight out of Portland ME to San Luis.

Gramps wasn’t totally in to the idea. He thought we should just wait to see what happened with the train. Frankly, he thought, that to ride a train through Sandy would be quite interesting.

I told him I was confident that it would be. Perhaps a bit too interesting.

After shopping a bit in Freeport, Wes found out that indeed, all trains had been cancelled.

We held our council of war at Frosty’s Donut and Coffee Shop and decided that the most prudent thing to do would be to attempt to beat Sandy down the coast.

So at four in the afternoon, we headed to Shaws, the local grocery store, and did what the rest of the east coast was doing: stocked up on food and water for the journey and then, headed south.

Ooch. It was a long drive. Wes was a champ. So were Grampa and Grama.

We stopped to eat a little after 8:00. Everything was closed but a Wendy’s drive through, so we ordered our jr. bacon cheeseburgers, chili and baked potato. About a half an hour later, Gramps called out from the front seat, ‘Ruth. Have you finished your supper?’

‘Oh my, yes honey.’

‘What’d you eat?’

‘A baked potato.’

‘Hmm.’ Thoughtful pause. ‘Happy birthday.’

And oh how we laughed. Here it was, Grama’s 82nd birthday, Dad was supposed to buy their dinner, we were eating in the car, on our laps, and Dad owed Gramps $9.33 for our feast.

Wonderful to travel with folks that have a sense of humor. And wonderful to travel and know so many people were praying for us. Many thank you’s for your text messages and phone calls. They really did bolster us up.

We pulled in to Union Station just before 2 am. Bit of confusion with the rental car drop off. As Grampa said earlier today, we just won’t finish that story here.

Two hours later, we arrived at our final destination. Wonderful feeling.

We fell into bed, incredibly thankful: for the very decent traveling weather (considering what we were trying to out run), for safety, protection, for your prayers. I truly felt like our van was surrounded by them.

So thank you.

Lovely to have a place to crash, beds for all, and hot food to wake up to.

Gramps and Grama are still with us.

More on that later.

Hugs.

About A Story of Us

My grandparents 57th wedding anniversary and my first wedding anniversary motivated to journal the adventures life brought our way . I hope to amuse the friends and family I have all over the country and, when I am my grandmothers age, look back at what I have written and chuckle. It's been four years since I began and the snickers I bring myself as I look back propel me to write on. Cheers to the future and happy memories of the past.
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3 Responses to oh Sandy.

  1. LSM says:

    Well as Paul Harvey used to say, “and now you know the rest of the story.” Glad you made it home safe and sound.

  2. your mother says:

    ok when I click on “this” some old geezer is singing off tune with some terribly made up words about hurricane Sandy. That really is the right link? if so….well cough cough of course it was brilliant. : )
    Can totally picture the whole “RUTH DID YOU FINISH YOUR DINNER” scene.
    Wesley really does deserve major kudos for all that driving.
    You deserve them for keeping us all informed with blogging and entertaining the “Grands”.
    nice work.

  3. Cathy says:

    Sounded like a great trip despite the arrival of “Sandy”. Glad you made it back safely. Your grandparents have great senses of humor or however you would say it!!

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