The Snows Of Disbelief The Fiction Of Our Times
These feelings were only enhanced as I addressed one of the waitresses in the restaurant. Could I buy a cup of coffee? I'd be back later for breakfast with my girls.
When we got hit twice within the last two weeks with a few inches of snow here in the Tennessee Valley there was a lot of dancing going on - unfortunately it was more like the electric slide mixed with line dancing when trying to stay out of harms way on Interstate 75. There was a 20 traffic pile up and a smaller 12 traffic pile in my area and hundreds of accidents on the slick mountain roads. You had to do a quick two-step to stay ahead of the mess. You don't get extra points for a triple Axel unless it involves more than two vehicles.
In Tonopah we stopped at the gas station, hoping to get hot beverages and hopefully information on the storm. Here we would make a decision on whether to push on through or get a hotel room for the night. The fellow was more than a little strange. Not at all what we needed at a time like this. He was very non-committal in his response but admitted he'd heard that "maybe" the roads were a "little" better just past Goldfield.
By the way, this safe driving tip applies to anything that takes your attention away from the road. Talking on the phone without a hands-free device, toying with the radio, reaching for something on the floor, and even (in the case of another friend) eating a Rollo while driving can distract you enough that you cannot make effective judgments!
Number six requires you to shoot your tee ball through a window of trees, with anything left taking a swim, anything right heading into the forest, and anything long finding a creek. If you do avoid all that, you're left with at least a mid-iron into a well-bunkered green. We both got our money's worth here. Hansard headed into the forest while I took a swim. Long approaches came up short, and after a poor short-game display, I shamefully penciled in my first double of the day.
Have you ever got the strong hunch to call somebody? I remember one instance in particular. I got the hunch to call my maternal grandmother on a Friday. I was rather busy and decided to wait until Monday when I would have more time to talk. She died on Saturday. I always regretted that I did not follow through on that hunch.
It took several minutes for the emotion of the moment to pass. I just sat there. Then I looked back at the TV. Dorothy was in the field of flowers with her companions. She was under the spell and had fallen asleep. It began snowing That is how she awoke. It was snowing. It was snowing. sổ bìa da đẹp of snowing, sleeping, awaking, getting back on course, remembering one's purpose. Snow. I was awake.
