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Listening Post: Getting there

by on November 23rd, 2011

I should be on the road already, heading to Boston for a family holiday gathering, but the Frost Giants have entered into the saga, as they often do this time of year. Every year we plan a simple holiday excursion, and every year, it seems, the fates conspire. Almost as if there was something that doesn’t want us to leave the North Country, fearing perhaps that we might not return. Not to fear. It looks like we can head out by 10 with a reasonable chance of reaching our destination intact, and still make that dinner reservation. And weather for the return looks fine.

It did give me time to get out this note instead of having to send it tonight, in the semi-coma following too much road, and too much food. My heart goes out to all those who wind up spending holidays in the limbo of airports, watching the ETA board, those stuck in tiny hotels in unfamiliar towns, waiting for the road to open, and those in diners, drinking a third cup of coffee, one eye on the road, waiting for the rumble of the plow.

Getting there is said to be half the fun, except when it is all the misery. I’ve been there; we’ve all been there. It’s times like that, when we finally reach the destination, unfold ourselves from the car seat, stretch, yawn, and hug someone, that we can truly give thanks. Best wishes to you and your families, and a blessing on all your travels.

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3 Comments on “Listening Post: Getting there”

  1. Helene VAnderburgh says:
    November 23, 2011 at 10:28 am

    Thank you, Dale. Happy Thanksgiving and safe travels.

  2. Claudia MacDonald says:
    November 23, 2011 at 11:10 am

    Instead of working a half day yesterday, I left home at 6 a.m. for my 11 hour drive to Bar Harbor, Me., arriving hours before the 6 + inches I’m looking at now! Smart and lucky me!
    Best wishes for a lovely Thanksgiving to you and Terry.

  3. nancy howard says:
    November 23, 2011 at 11:09 pm

    Ah, for the sentiment

    Over the river and through the woods
    to grandmother’s house we go
    when the horse knew the way
    to carry the sleigh
    through the bright and glistening snow

    Instead and hopefully

    Over the river and through the woods
    to grandmother’s house you drove
    with snowstorm blind eyes
    you were welcomed with cries
    dinner’s still warm on the stove

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