Freedom

28 Dec 2010 1 Comment

by sonomawinesnob in Holidays, Long strange trip

Keys of Freedom

Freedom came yesterday afternoon in the form of a girl driving a large Fedex truck in a snow storm. And I will be forever grateful for her efforts. Since the beau ran off with my keys in his pocket on Sunday morning, I had been a prisoner in my own home. Seriously, I was like Lindsay Lohan on house arrest or something. All I was missing was an ankle bracelet and a stint in rehab.

It was looking grim at one point, after the snow started to fall close to noon today and was steadily picking up steam as the day progressed. I was losing all hope at one point; and Plan B (snow shoes and dog sled) wasn’t looking like it was going to be a viable option. The dog was starting to look slightly like a chicken leg when I heard the sound. The sound of a truck on the road. Hope springs eternal.

The dog/chicken leg wasn’t barking though — so no one was pulling into the driveway. Instead, when I looked out – she was running down the driveway, with my package in hand. Leaving it in the front door and getting the hell out of there, I only heard her yell, “Happy New Year, ” as she scurried off back down the snowy driveway. Guess she didn’t want to take the chance of getting stuck.

Tearing the package open, I found my keys. No love note from the beau, mind you, but the keys were there.  I was so happy, I immediately packed up the dog and hit the town to stock up on all the things I had been dreaming of since the moment I realized I was left stranded.

Snowy Roads

Braving the roads, which were getting a bit sketchy by this time, we made it to town and loaded up. We were now more like William Wallace without the scary war paint and tragic ending. After picking up supplies, we then returned to our snowy hideout (note, it is no longer a prison since escape is possible) as the snow continued to fall.  We made that run just in the nick of time, apparently, as we were sliding a bit on the homecoming.  Plans for a happy ending were in sight though.

And what did I risk life and limb for?

Crab and chardonnay, of course.

Imprisoned WineSnob

The one thing I can say is that I won’t take transportation for granted ever again – public or private. The ability to get ones self to the wine shop is very important – more important than I had given it credit for in the past.

And you know what they say – you don’t know what you’ve got until it’s gone.

Lesson learned.