It was the Through the Woods part that did us in.
On our merry way to Grandma’s house for Christmas dinner we (as in, Curt) took the corner a bit hard and lost a wheel. My first thought was that we had trapped a large elk in the wheel well. But when we got out to look…nothing- not even an antler. So we drove an inch further…got out…and found the wheel sperated from the Subaru. Now, I am the daughter of a master mechanic, people, so trust me when I tell you that when your wheel falls off something is wrong. Secretly, I was a bit pleased that the incident happened when Nascar Pete was driving. It is perhaps a hard lesson in the way of learning not every vehicle is meant to be a racecar. We left her there on the road and headed to Christmas where, among other world cuteness, Marli got a scarf and hat combo
and Pursifull-to-be made an appearance. I think he (she?) is training to be a cage fighter. Natalie, Mitch, and Scooch were kind enough to give us a ride home after the festivities. Their Honda faithfully carried the four of us, Scooch, overnight bags, presents, and a surf board, all the way home. The streets were deserted at midnight, as they well should be…all the fun stores on Fulton still displaying their holiday windows…and then we came upon an old memory.
kate: [in grand announcing style] And here we have the infamous curb that I’ve hit twice in the past two weeks!
curt: [from somewhere underneath Katie and the jackets and the presents] You hit that curb?
kate: [somewhat proudly] Yep. I hit it….the plows push the snow right over it! Last time I hit it I really thought I lost the whole engine…but everything was fine. I hate that curb, and it hates me. But I won.
curt: That’s interesting, see…because when I called your dad he actually asked me if I’d jumped anything lately and I said no and he said, ‘Oh, ’cause usually that’s what happenes when someone smacks a curb real good.’
kate: [wide-eyed and very small and very very afraid] ::: I broke the car? :::
curt: I think you broke the car. I think I helped it by driving so hard this morning, but, yes…I think you broke the car.
I broke my car.
kate’s dad after her admission: Been a rough month, huh, baby? Better start ridin’ the bus.
Merry Christmas, friends…drive safe.
Paul, can you fax me over a bus schedule when you get back?