The Road to Dayton Chronicles...Part 1

I am back. Dear Diary, it has been a whole week since I last posted. What has been up, you ask? Have I got stories and thoughts galore. They are just coming out of my head. We had a family function in Dayton, Ohio over the weekend. It was the first without MIL or FIL for that matter, but he is not really around, so I do not count him. It was my nephew's bar mitzvah.

We drove all the way there and back again. The next few postings will deal with life on the way to the USA and life in the USA.

Let me begin with Thursday. Actually, I am beginning with Wednesday. The day began with me and a shovel. It had snowed that morning.....a lot. There I was, digging out, again, this winter. I have to say that I am getting sick of the whole thing. I say this with the knowledge that we are going to see another snowfall tomorrow.....yippee! The best part is that during the day, it started to snow again. It got particularly heavy on my way home. I got home and was told by The Wife that she had shovelled. I could not tell, not that I did not believe her.

By eight, I was out with the shovel digging out yet again. I figured it would save time later. Like that worked in my favor. We checked outside at about ten that night and it was snowing harder than before. Gahhhh! At that point, I was not so sure we would be going. Then, I figured that we would give it a shot. We did not have to rush, so if it was REALLY bad we could always turn around and go home. Then, I could to work.

I woke up at my usual sixish on Thursday morning. I could not be bothered to get out from under the warm duvet knowing that I would have to shovel...again. I did get up at about seven, had a coffee and started with my shovel. I got us out and we were able to try to get going around 10am.

What should be a half hour trip from our home to around the Airport, took about 2 and half hours. Traffic was heavy and parts of the road did not look like they had been plowed. Anyway, we were on our way. We were doing our thing in the center lane, when we see some smackweed speeding along in the snow/slush filled left lane. The asshole fishtails and loses control of his car. He narrowly misses the guardrail, the car beside him in the center lane and the guardrail again. Then he does a 180 and is facing the wrong direction. The best part is that this fucking asshole, who deserves a punch in the face (it would have been justified in any system of justice) turns his car around and not thirty seconds after narrowly missing a series of accidents, speeds by us and passes us in that same center lane. What an asshole!

Now, all we had ahead of us was the fun journey from Milton to London and then the bleakness of London to Windsor. We did that and lived to tell. Of course, we crossed the border at around 3, leaving us in Detroit. Ughhh!

That is all for now. Part 2 tomorrow, if all goes well. Then again, with the snow, all bets may be off. Ciao!