Friday, March 13, 2009

Running Away From Home

The Winter Blahs got the better of us. The Pilot Guy and I fled the (very welcome) rain, gray skies, and cold weather of our home town for sun and a little spring training baseball. (Yay for airline and hotel points!)

All is not perfectly sunny, however. As we touched down in another state, our son called to tell us he had wrecked the car he and The Pilot Guy share. Bummer. He is fine, the other driver is fine, (thank you God!) but the car is not. The photos he sent us were downright scary looking. It's too bad about the car because there are not dollars for another one in the immediate future. Life lessons have commenced. The best part of this is that our son, who had the option of coming with us, handled the situation very well by himself. He had to since we were unavailable, but it is nice to see grown-up-ness beginning to shine through.

In the meantime, I'm going to sit in the stands, eat junk food, and soak up the sun. Blogging will resume after I've recharged by solar batteries.

2 Other Creative Souls are Saying:

DebD said...

Warm spring sun sounds lovely. Enjoy. I'm glad your son is okay.

Cheri (aka "The Mom Lady") said...

I hate it when you get "those calls". And we got a few of them when we were living in London and the kids were 4500 miles away. In a way it was better we were gone as we didn't have a chance to over-react. We just "guided" them through the processes they need to and followed up later with them. They had successes and we had privacy for our "spazz-outs" that they never knew about. Ah, the lessons of life.