DITCHED!

At 7:30 yesterday morning, I had to take Vimy to the dog kennel on my way to school. It is a beautiful, but snapping, bitterly cold wintery morning. I gaze at the gorgeous waning Super Moon in front of me, and am captivated by the snow laden trees lining my route, their boughs heavily laden with fresh, white snow. We've just had forty centimetres of snow. YES, you read that correctly. FORTY centimetres of the fluffy white stuff was dumped on us Tuesday and Wednesday.

I drop Vimy off at the kennel, and start driving back up the long, snow packed lane, leading to the main highway. A white SUV is coming down the lane. It is someone else dropping off their pooch at dogie day care. Well, the lane is n-a-r-r-o-w.   I start veering to the right a little bit, hoping the oncoming driver will veer to the left, and we will be able to meet without clipping each other's mirrors. WELL, that driver doesn't think or react the same way as I do. CONSEQUENTLY,  I end up with my front end STUCK  in what I think is a shallow ditch, or just the side of the lane. I can't go forward, or backward. I am NOT about to start spinning myself into deeper ruts either. Jiminy Cricket gets stuck easily. He is barely six inches off the ground, after all.

I get out of my car, look at the mess I am in, and immediately call my kennel guy,  who is six hundred yards away. Cell phones can be a Godsend, don't you think? He comes running with a shovel, bless him.  He did that fast, because he was checking in the dog, whose owner had kind of j-u-s-t bullied me off the road!

I was a little miffed to say the LEAST, about being in this predicament.   I am already thinking, "God, I hope I don't have to get towed! I hope I am NOT late for school!" "Thank goodness I DON'T have duty first thing!"

Bob and I are both trying to figure how to get me out of the snowbank (or ditch), when the SUV, making its way out, stops and the passenger window is rolled down.  WHAT do I see but the grinning face of a Grade Five student, from the VERY school where I am going that morning.  He waves merrily and says "Hi Madame D!"   As if it were TOTALLY NORMAL for him to see me in this situation.  KIDS!!!  LOL  I smile back sweetly and ignore the driver. Bob tells the parent I will be okay.

That I am, and lucky as usual.  Thanks to Bob, who shovels furiously,  pushes me out of the hole Jiminy was in, and then adds one bit of advice, "Get an automatic!"  I get to school just in time, thankful and grateful once again, that I have easily gotten myself out of another early morning misadventure!