Why did we go to the mountains for spring break? To let Grace play in the snow!
So, this morning, we joined up with Cy’s sister’s family, and caravanned mostly up the mountain.
Several miles into the 12-mile trip up, Cy started feeling odd. He had just taken his blood pressure medication, so I told him to pull over and let me do the driving. So, off we start again, with me at the wheel. It’s a new car — this is perhaps the fifth time I’ve ever driven it. Well, let’s make sure it’s known that it is a truck. The two-lane road — actually, more like one and a half lanes — has no guardrail. It’s a mountain, so of course the road twists and turns, often sharply. I’m trying to stay as far from the edge as I can, but there is traffic going down.
That’s when I announce, as casually as I can:
I’m having a panic attack.
Cy’s response?
No, you’re not.
Oh, yeah. Let’s have an argument now! Have you ever tried to shut a stupid fscker up? And no matter how many times I told him to shut up, he just had to have the last word.
Finally, we got to another stopping point. Out we go, and Grace throws some snowballs at Cy while I calm down. We give Cy’s sister, who had stopped to let us catch up, the sleds (prompting the heartbreaking question “Why are you giving aunt Judy my sleds?”) and they continue on their way.
We, meanwhile, let G play for a few moments before we turn around. Let’s face it — we couldn’t go on.
Later that afternoon, Cy went to play golf. I thought it was too cold — and it was, when he started. He played the back nine, but I joined him for the front nine.I started out with 3 balls, marked “Top-Flite 3”. I ended with 3 balls, marked “Top-Flite 3”. I played nine holes without losing a single ball.
And, of course, my revenge is not complete, despite mentioning that Cy lost one on the front nine today…
And, when Judy got back, she told us it was too cold and windy to let the kids play in the snow.Yay! We did the right thing!
