It all started several days before Christmas, when we were snowed in. Victoria got sick, and things weren't getting any better. On Christmas Eve I called the doctor's office, and after much back and forth, Dr. Martin (one of my Christmas angels) called in a prescription to our local pharmacy. It was about 3:30 PM. Five minutes later I headed out the door, determined to walk to town to pick it up.
The snow was a foot deep here still, and walking was tough. In town, I watched as traffic snarled again and again, though most people still had chains. One lady came driving by and all of the snow on the top of her car came crashing down onto her windshield, blocking her view. She pulled over right in front of me, and we laughingly removed all of the ice and snow, til she was able to see and continue her trek.
I caught the cross-town shuttle, only to find out it was the last one of the day. I would have to walk all the way home. The driver was talkative, and it was at that time, telling my story, that I realized the Disney quality of my trip. I don't know if the driver believed me or not, but he went out of his way to drop me off at the door of the pharmacy. Several minutes later I was back out on the street, walking home. Every time my energy started to flag, or frustration rose (one inconsiderate driver deliberately drove off the road into the slush, just to splash me!), I remembered Disney's Balto in his desperate flight through a blizzard to get medicine to save the town's children. Just comparing my little walk to the trek of a DOG made me laugh. I must have looked crazy walking through freezing rain, snow drifts, ice packs and melted snow up to my ankles, giggling like a maniac. My feet got wet, my hair got wet, but I didn't get cold.
I made it home around 6:30, though the last half mile was the hardest (breaking ground through drifts about a foot high), but the fire was going and dinner was ready.
Victoria is much better now, and the trip through the snow is but a memory. My boots are finally dried out, and Christmas Day was warm and peaceful. The snow is finally melting, and hopefully the mailman will bring the packages that were expected a week ago.
I don't know if I will ever watch "Balto" again (except as comic relief?) ... and I sure won't be dreaming of a "White Christmas" in the near future. Once was enough.