Fortunately I got back to McMinnville early in the afternoon to drop off my MIL before the snow started sticking. I needed to run three errands after that, and by the time I headed home, the roads were snowy and slick. I drove slowly, thankful not to encounter any 4WD yahoos – you know, the ones who drive way too fast, not always remembering that their braking capability is as compromised as the the rest of ours. I turned up our hill and managed to get 3/4ths of the way to our gravel cross-road. But after slowing to round a corner and starting up the steepest stretch I lost all traction. For a few tense moments my car slipped backwards down the hill before I managed to stop it, still on the road and in my own lane. I called Rick and croaked out my predicament; he and Brian had just gotten home so they got back in his F-350 vet truck to tow me to our lane. Here is my view while I waited:
You can see a car ahead of me on the left (there is another pulled off on the right); the driver started up the hill on foot as I watched.
By the time I got home, I decided to follow the Yarn Harlot's lead and make roasted vegetable soup.
While these were cooking, I finished my nephew's Christmas cabled scarf. I should have taken a photo of it then, because when I gave it a bath, the yarn went completely limp! I have it drying on the back of the couch tonight; I'm hoping by morning it is dry enough to mail – and has regained some of its spring. :-/
Tomorrow is a crucial day for month-end prep at my part-time job, so unless I hear from someone I will drive our 4WD pick-up to town.
That reminds me – I have to draw a name in the morning! There's still a little time left if you want to put your name in the hat for homemade biscotti; just go to this post and leave a comment along with your email addy.
That's it for tonight from . . .