Pit Sweet Pit
We are in the house. In the basement with no blinds or curtains on the windows, no shower curtain in place, all of our kitchen stuff still in boxes and bags on the counters or floor, but in the house none the less. I am completely exhausted.
I am sitting on my “bed” which is a mattress on the floor of what would be the living room at a more civilized time. My son has the bedroom (as promised) and is safe behind his closed door doing whatever teenage boys do at 10:30 on a Sunday night.
We started the day early about 150 miles south of here when we rose from our beds in our “other” home and hopped in the car for a teen driving clinic put on by the local Audi club. This is a wonderful event that teaches young drivers some of the things that driver’s education does not dwell on, such as emergency braking, unexpected lane changes at speed, how to recover from a wheel slipping off the pavement at speed, wet and dry slalom events, and the dreaded (and loved) skid pad exercise.
This is the second teen clinic that I have attended as a parent and a course assistant. The first was two plus years ago with my daughter and it was one of those hot summer days when you had to be careful to drink enough water. Today, on the other hand, saw temps dipping down close to the freezing zone with high winds, sleet and snow. My job was to stand out in that mess and pick up all of the rubber cones the drivers smashed and mangled on their way around the course.
After eight hours of that, we got to drive home, release the Dawg from prison, switch cars and drive another two and a half hours north in the dark and wind to our new home.
When we left here on Friday, there was no electric, heat, or hot water in the apartment. When we arrived here tonight, we had all three. Thanks to all who put in an extra effort to make that happen. We have plenty of work to do to make this a little bit of home for the next six to eight weeks (hey, I’m an incurable optimist) while the rest of the house gets finished off. At least we are not paying through the nose by the week for an additional place to live.
I am going to sign off now. This will get posted sometime tomorrow when I get within internet range. That’s another thing that we haven’t got here yet. Hopefully that will change in the coming week.
Ta ta all.
I am sitting on my “bed” which is a mattress on the floor of what would be the living room at a more civilized time. My son has the bedroom (as promised) and is safe behind his closed door doing whatever teenage boys do at 10:30 on a Sunday night.
We started the day early about 150 miles south of here when we rose from our beds in our “other” home and hopped in the car for a teen driving clinic put on by the local Audi club. This is a wonderful event that teaches young drivers some of the things that driver’s education does not dwell on, such as emergency braking, unexpected lane changes at speed, how to recover from a wheel slipping off the pavement at speed, wet and dry slalom events, and the dreaded (and loved) skid pad exercise.
This is the second teen clinic that I have attended as a parent and a course assistant. The first was two plus years ago with my daughter and it was one of those hot summer days when you had to be careful to drink enough water. Today, on the other hand, saw temps dipping down close to the freezing zone with high winds, sleet and snow. My job was to stand out in that mess and pick up all of the rubber cones the drivers smashed and mangled on their way around the course.
After eight hours of that, we got to drive home, release the Dawg from prison, switch cars and drive another two and a half hours north in the dark and wind to our new home.
When we left here on Friday, there was no electric, heat, or hot water in the apartment. When we arrived here tonight, we had all three. Thanks to all who put in an extra effort to make that happen. We have plenty of work to do to make this a little bit of home for the next six to eight weeks (hey, I’m an incurable optimist) while the rest of the house gets finished off. At least we are not paying through the nose by the week for an additional place to live.
I am going to sign off now. This will get posted sometime tomorrow when I get within internet range. That’s another thing that we haven’t got here yet. Hopefully that will change in the coming week.
Ta ta all.
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posted by Phaedrous at 6:07 PM
5 Comments:
I want to take that course! Sounds like a good excuse to have fun.
Dam would love to bring over a casserole but it would be cold by the time I got there... Stay snug and warm!
Stay warm, and happy unpacking.
well it sounds like things are progressing. quite the bachelor pad you've got set up, hehehe.
and yes, sign me and my daughter up for that driving course. she is scared out of her pants about merging onto the interstate...doesn't help that we have aggressive NYC drivers in these parts and on ramps that are about 12 feet long.
They don't offer classes like that around here, mostly because this is a city of about 50,000 that doesn't have a lot of interstate traffic for people to merge off of or onto. All the same, I think a course like that would be ideal for this area, with all the insane drivers around here, you know?
And yeah, I'd be all for bringing you something too, but I don't think it'd make the drive from west-central IL up north that far. ;)
Hope all goes well.
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