Three days till we go; where are the locusts?

Ok. I can take a hint. This is my house on the 17th. Now it's the 19th...more snow. This picture is taken from the Long & Winding Road. If I want to get to my car I walk a mile from the house (now it's a snow shoe hike) to the bottom of the hill and highway 12. It's down there because Robby and Kelly braved the snowstorm Wednesday to come here and have her car checked out before the trip. It was an omen the car could not get from Hwy 12 to the car place because of the snow. I was picturing Robby and I pushing the car into every hotel, rest stop and gas station along the route (and I made sure to book hotels with fitness centers). So we decided to take my Honda CRV and I will just abandon it and Kelly in Florida and buy something when I get back.

So far I am in this trip for 5 nights of hotels, $$ for gas, a return flight, my beloved (but abused) Honda, and six days of my life I'll never get back.

While Jeff checked my car over, Kelly, Robby, and I hiked back up to the house. Four hours later and another four inches of snow, we walked back down to Jeff's shop (about a mile and a quarter). Actually I walked. Robby and Kelly interspersed walking with slipping and falling.

A big wind storm is forecast for tomorrow night. I have not finished Christmas shopping. We have cancelled all plans for a "family" Christmas until I get back. More snow is on the way. Oh, and here's some really great news: our direct deposit paychecks that were to be directly deposited (in case you didn't know) into our accounts last night...weren't. That's right! No paycheck...maybe not even until Monday...when we are supposed to leave. You see I paid with my debit card for a lot of stuff knowing my big (relative, remember I am a teacher) December paycheck would be desposited by the 19th. Oh, and somehow Tracy, who drives slowly in July, is supposed to make her way here in her 2wd truck to pet sit and house sit. Robby and Kelly were supposed to make it back here in Kelly's car by Monday. I know I should learn a lesson here; but for once I wish God would give me the Cliff Notes.

A good thing in all this? I have a sister and son and daughter who love me. My kid's grandma Pat called today and said if anyone could pull this trip off it's me. She has always been encouraging to me. My friends are supportive and kind. Darla is suffering as much as I am with the paycheck snafu; Kelli has been encouraging and both have made me laugh. Maybe God wants me to know how much I am loved. But I thought we went through this when Berkeley got hit by the logging truck.