I went to a friend’s house this morning – we were to learn a new way of seaming our sweaters together. We started this project several months ago – my friend, her sister-in-law and I – we all used the same pattern, different yarns, different sizes. Today we got together for some chat and to learn the sil’s way of seaming. (a very cool way, btw)
As we sat and chatted and shared yummy muffins, the skies opened up and we got dumped on with the white stuff. We finally broke up about, oh, noon or noon-thirty. The sil went to start her car and head up the hill. She has a van, so had parked in a turn-around midway up the hill.
We looked out and saw that she was stuck – actually her tires were slipping on the ice under the snow accumulation and she couldn’t get any traction. So, friend and I went out with a bucket of ashes from her wood stove and tried to put our backs into getting the van up the hill.
Phew! No go. In the meantime, my friend said, Moosie – you go and take your car midway up the hill and park at the turnaround so that you will be able to just jump in and go when sil gets unstuck.
Erm . . . nope – I couldn’t get up enough steam to get the car up the hill – so backed down and tried to make the turn to get to the farthest part of her drive to get a good running start – after sil gets unstuck, that is. (her hubby was on the way with his truck)
Missed the turn, I did – ended up in about 2 feet of snow and ice – settled against a bush. Sigh. Stuck, too – or Stuck Two, the sequel.
Came inside to warm up and accept the accolades I knew my little performance deserved. (heh – good thing my friend loves me, huh?). We had a cuppa and another muffin while we waited for sil’s hubby to come.
We noticed he had arrived just about the time we noticed that he had backed the van down the hill . . . oh, no . . .
and got it stuck again, only further down the hill.
Back outside we all tromped and this time with a bucket of sand to assist the ashes. SIL steered and we all pushed. It was a foot at a time, with liberal application of sand in between, but we finally got the van up the hill.
then it was back down to see what could be done about my car – heh – with me driving and the three of them plus friend’s daughter who had come home pushing, we got it at least out of the deep snow and onto the driveway again. The hubby told me to just back it down into the little cul-de-sac driveway and then make a sharp turn to back up against the horse’s barn so that I could get a good run up the hill and out.
Erm – my backing (in)abilities got me stuck, sir. You drive it out. No, I want to push, he said. So, I asked his wife to do the backing and she did a fine job – even under protest.
Then my friend said she would do the honors and gunned that baby clear up the hill. Yay! I followed the sil to her turn off in Kenai and then came on home. It was nearing 2 (3?)Â pm I think by the time I got here. Hubby fixed me a sandwich – aww sweet. And I began to thaw back out.
Gonna feel those muscles tomorrow, my friends. I am already feeling them tonight. Ouch!
The Girl came down to learn how to make deviled eggs for Christmas dinner. And we had a surprise!
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yup, indeedy – a double yolker. Cool, huh?
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waiting to be filled – double cavity
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the finished product – YUM!
Great job, Girl!
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