Christmas eve! A cold and gray day with little to do but wrap last minute gifts and prepare the goodies. Josh called me around noon and asked if I would like to go play frisbee golf with him and his friend and, while proclaiming my inability to throw a frisbee, I accepted the invitation. I met them in Shepherdstown, an absolutely delightful town that is a bizarre mix of dirty old hippies, college students, civil war buffs and DC tourists. I was nervous; I had not seen him in two years. We had a ball! I lived up to my earlier proclimation, but I only landed in the creek once and got par on two holes. The flurries that had started earlier began to increase in intensity, so we ended our game and headed back into town to grab a cup of coffee before heading home. Of course it being christmas eve every place with the inclination to even own a coffeemaker was shut up tight, so we settled for birch beers at Ed's Tap Room (where Josh used to work). I began the hour or so drive home and about six miles outside of Shepherdstown my car made a funny noise (not an event) then the battery light came on and the power steering promptly went off. ugh. Realizing it was something with my alternator I decided to try to make it as close to home as I could get before it totally drained my battery or failed completely. I am not fully ignorant when it comes to car-ish type things; I am a true renissance woman. Or not. Anyway, I got to a stopsign about three miles from my house and my headlights went out and my wipers were getting sluggish. My time was a-tickin'. Finally, a half-mile from my house, my god-forsaken, sorry excuse for a functioning automobile finally cut off entirely. I called my father, who brought the truck down, tied my car up and towed me home in the snow. God bless Virginia. So I got home safely, after being towed there! I guess we'll look at it again in the morning. Don't know if it's worth fixing, but it's Christmas and I don't want to think about it!
Right now my brother is in the kitchen baking sugar cookies, my father and his girlfriend are finishing up last minute wrapping and Emmylou Harris' christmas album, the only one I actually like, is singing out the stereo. It's snowing, the fire is bright, the pets are dozing by it, I am home safely and I am filled with a full understanding why it really is the most wonderful time of the year.
