Moment to remember
Waking up this morning to tons of snow was somewhat nostalgic for me. This very weekend last year, my life changed. I can remember the inches kept falling on a Friday night into Saturday morning. I had plans to go see my friend Amanda, who lives on Long Island. The Honda I owned had terrible tires so driving in the snow was a nightmare. Len shoveled the driveway and assured me that the roads would be cleared and I would be just fine. I was off.
Forty-five minutes into the drive I started having some serious anxiety. The roads seemed too wet and icy for my comfort, and my windshield wipers were making things worse. I called both Amanda and Len to tell them I couldn’t handle the drive and was turning around. Len sounded surprised. I arrived home just as Len did, but he was in a rental car. (He didn’t own a car at the time.) I was confused about why he had rented a car without mentioning it to me. After drilling him pretty hard he said, “Get in, we’re going somewhere.” Ummm, Okay. So we were off, only this time I had no clue where we were going. We headed back towards New York State so I questioned if he was bringing me to Amanda’s house. Four hours later we passed the exit for Long Island. Okay…. Where the hell are we going!!!?? I had started snowing again about one hour into our drive, making the whole situation more emotional.
He finally gave into my whining, “We’re going to the North Pole.”
“Have you lost your mind? The North Pole?” I said.
“I saw an ad in The Boston Globe about this town that totally dresses itself up as the North Pole. Since we’ve been so busy we haven’t been able to make it but when you cancelled your trip, I called and booked us a room. There were cancellations because of the weather so we got a room no problem.”
“Cool! We’re going to the North Pole.” I yelled.
This idea did not seem irrational to me because Len loves Christmas. Three hours later (still snowing) we arrive at the North Pole, according to our GPS. There was not a single light in sight, the town was dark. Boy was I pissed off. We pulled up to a random house where two men were outside playing with a snowmobiler. Len got out to ask them directions. He came back to the car and said, “We’re going in to use their internet.” Fumes were coming out of my ears. “Fine but you’re not having a beer” I replied. We walked in the house and the first thing I saw were two pens of puppies. “What are the chances?” I thought as I ran over to them without even acknowledging the 4 people who greeted us. Then one woman came over and said, “You’re a lucky girl Lindsay!”
In that moment I became the proud mama to sweet Eleanor. She was my Christmas surprise.