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July 05, 2005
Day Tripper
We took WildChild to my parents' yesterday for a stay. It was a trip from hell from the start. A very cranky 4 yr. old who had to be awaken too early and the holiday traffic made the drive down interminable. We kept getting stuck behind idiots who drove 90 to nothing on the few passing lanes, then slowed to 40 or less once no one could pass them. It was ghastly.
We finally turned off onto the dirt road leading to my parents, and noticed the car was driving funny. At first we just thought it was because it needs its struts replaced, but I kept having this nagging vague feeling that I'd had vehicles drive like that before on dirt roads. It finally hit me.
Aw, shit!
We had a flat tire. Not just low, but tire barely hanging on, driving on the rim flat. We were almost to my parents' house, so we limped along so Mike could change the tire in the safety of their yard rather than on the very narrow road.
The tire was unpatchable. Crap. And we only had that stupid fake spare tire, the one that says "Do not drive over 50 mph while using". So there we were, about 125 miles from home with a ruined tire on the 4th of July, a holiday on which almost every business in that area is closed.
Thank the good Lord for the nice people at the Harrison Wal-Mart Tire & Lube Express, who had us safely back on the road in about 30 minutes.....once we had slowly crept our white-knuckled way there that is.
Sheesh. What a day.
But we have 2 boxes full of fresh corn. Lovely, yummy, delicious corn my dad grew (Peaches 'n Cream variety). It's my favorite. And WildChild's too, judging from the way he slurped down a full-sized cob in record time. I swear, I don't think a starving raccoon could've stripped a corn cob any faster than that child did at lunch yesterday. And he ate most of a second one in much the same fashion.
If it would only shuck & de-silk itself, it would be the absolute perfect corn on the cob. But I don't mind doing that so much if it means we can have some in the dead of winter.
It's that good.
Posted by Rita at July 5, 2005 02:49 AM