So that's why I found myself on the road again, making the hundred mile trip to meet up with daughter Lindsay at the Pure Joy Salon and Day Spa in Manheim, Pennsylvania, where she makes my hair look awesome, and Nicole, my nail girl, spiffs up my nails, too.
I figure a trip down there every six weeks keeps me looking presentable, but really it's an excuse to see my grandkids Ellie and Jarrod. How I can even wait six weeks, I don't know. She is just such a doll, and he is the perfect big brother.
And that is when the crises began, folks.
It all started out smoothly enough, but the "smooth" was short lived.
The first serious phone call came in from Lindsay, notifying me of a complete overhaul of her ongoing cancer management, including a change of medical personnel and some newly scheduled surgery - two weeks from now. Phew, now that's serious.
I suppose it was getting to be time for MY crisis, because right about then, I zipped by some sort of an accident advisory sign. I wasn't able to read it all before I was already beyond it. Oops.
Apparently there was a very bad accident somewhere near the intersection of PA routes 322 and 81. A diesel tanker wrecked and went up in smoke and fire. Everybody, including me, was re-routed way out of our intended routes.
I had been trying to go west, and we were sent east.
After pulling into a local business, stating loudly and clearly that I WAS LOST, getting help from some kind folks, and returning to the road, I at least knew I was heading again in a homewards direction.
That, folks, is when the last frantic call came in. My father was traveling and worrying himself sick about my mother who was left home alone. He was concerned about the possibility of her falling when she'd go out in their backyard to feed the fish in their small pond, and would I do something about that? So, some more calls were made and mom promised to take along her cell phone when feeding the fish.
Oh, and one more minor annoyance on this hellish drive home - the car maintenance light came on, just a few miles from home. THE CAR that is to take us to the airport on Saturday at the crack of dawn.
Ah life, it's always something.
And usually, not quite what you were expecting.