If you missed part one of the December saga you can find it here. If you can’t be bothered to read it (it is a tad long) here’s a recap: Our son had surgery at the beginning of December and we had to stay at a gawd-awful hotel and that was the most interesting part of the whole damn thing. We then spent the next week or so giving our son Morphine or Tylenol every 2 hours – including the nighttime which was much worse.
Then we had company from far away which is always fun but exhausting at the same time. Then we had a massive power outage the Sunday before Christmas. I was in the shower when it went dark and I continued to wash my hair but there was no way I was gonna shave in complete darkness. I’m not that vain.
The electricity teased us by coming on for a few minutes so we thought we were in the clear. No. The next time we were without power for many hours and the building generators had stopped running. All the stuff in our fridge went out onto the balcony and we got ourselves to a nearby restaurant for dinner. So did everyone else in the neighbourhood who had no power – every other person was using the awkwardly located outlets to charge their phone.
Some time after I went to sleep the power came on. Then it went out. Then it came back on again.
We were lucky. Just a ten-minute drive away, friends of ours were without power for five days. They already had a generator and a gas fireplace so they were hardly roughing it but a many people weren’t so lucky. More than 250 000 people were without power at the start of the ice storm. It was a beautiful storm – a thick, clear coating of ice over every tree branch, every lamppost and coating every car in it’s bullet-proof armour. It was also deadly. Almost a month later massive tree branches still litter yards and parks like rustic, wooden graveyards.
But that wasn’t the worst part of December. Oh no, the final month of the year had worse in store for us.
On Boxing Day my husband decided it would be great to visit my parents who live two hours away. The weather forecast wasn’t terribly foreboding so I agreed. It actually turned out to be a rather short trip, we only got to the highway on ramp when the tires caught some thick slush and we started to fishtail. The violent swerving became outright spinning as our car careened across three highway lanes and smashed into the concrete centre barrier before bouncing back across the entire three lanes again.
Somehow, throughout that spectacular wipeout, we managed to collide with only one other car. A Lexus, of course. As you can imagine, the rest of the day was a dazed nightmare yet between the waves of shock we were grateful no one was badly hurt.
Our car was a write-off so we had to return the rental and we are now without wheels. Unless you count the two strollers we own. And my skateboard. When the sidewalks are impassable I take my son to daycare on the bus. He thinks it’s fun.
I am definitely going to get winter tires. I don’t care if I have to beg on a street corner to come up with the funds.
And so this concludes the December from hell. You can see why I welcomed January with open arms. It’s all upwards from here, baby.