My children arrived!

My children arrived safe and sound last night. Relatively unscathed.  There was one stretch of the freeway that was extremely steep and very slippery which Dave’s car refused to navigate. 

“Um… Dave,“ Emily had said, “Aren’t you supposed to maintain a consistent speed going up the hill?“

“That’s what I’m trying to do,“ Dave replied.

Our phone rang, I was informed of the situation, where they were stranded and called a tow truck.

The phone rang again, it was a jubilant David.  The tow truck had been cancelled because a policeman had stopped and pushed them the hill with his rubber bumper!  They were on their way!

We picked them up at the shopping center and slip-slided home, our car wheels grinding through thick blankets of snow.  When we arrived at the house we all indulged in a healthy glass of wine and decided, what the hell, and dove with relish into the Christmas pies that I had just pulled from the oven.  After all, pie is always best piping hot out of the oven!  Luckily, Emily’s wiser head retained some calm and the Apple pie has been left unscathed, so I won’t have to figure out another dessert for today.

So, now, it’s Christmas morning and I’ve got the turkey stuffed and in the oven.  Santa has visited the stockings and they are waiting impatiently on the sofa to be opened.  The dogs are fed, and they were happy because they got some of the leftover stuffing mixed up in their food.  The house is full of savory Christmas feast smells and we just had to sneak Will down the back stairs into the basement because he’s been awake for hours and he can’t come into the Christmas area until his brother and sister get up.  Which I am thinking is going to be some time from now because they were still banging around the house and wrapping Christmas presents long into the wee hours of the morning.

So, Merry Christmas to all of you that celebrate it, and a very Happy Day to all of you that don’t.

Much love, Meg xo

Posted by Meg Tilly on Thursday, December 25, 2008 in Chewing the Fat