What a weekend ………it was filled with a series of events and mishaps that clung together more closely than dog fur on my sweater.
We drove out to Gettysburg to see the Loreena McKennitt concert; she was extraordinary. Getting there was extraordinary in another way……
We witnessed a home completely engulfed in flames on the drive. Seeing this on the news is far different than watching flames completely penetrate roof and windows. One realizes that whoever might have been breathing inside, is no longer, if trapped.
Next, a few cars in front on the busy route, we watched a pile of timber fall from a truck ahead……cars swerving out of the way. Luckily, it flew by us.
By now, my nerves were pretty frazzled; but awaiting us was a huge tractor trailer whose driver navigated the safe speed of the curve up ahead incorrectly. The huge beast lay helpless on its side.
You can imagine me saying what next by now? There were spirits inside our car that day and they followed us right inside our farmhouse. When we arrived, the phone rang. My husband picked it up; it was my son. Only thing is, my son hadn’t called. He wasn’t holding his phone either, so no mistake in dialing or no pocket movement message. My son said it was us who had called………Odd.
Then, our home alarm turned on.
We had disabled it when we arrived, but the day was so peculiar, I stopped questioning anything.
We got to the concert early. Good thing, it was delayed because other concert goers couldn’t get there. You see, an electrical fire in a manhole had erupted out front. Loreena was superb, she joked about the fire, saying there were plenty of candles on stage and we would soon see how musicians depend on electricity to amplify the sound.
The ride home from the concert, about an hour, was interrupted by our car light display saying our tire pressure was low. Did you bring the tire compressor”? I asked. No, there wasn’t room in back with the dogs when we left Jersey. .Aura Lea takes up 90 per cent of the space, she is an Irish Wolfhound. Visions of us by the side of the road danced in my head. The tires were fine, the light was faulty, like the phantom phone dialer, or the alarm??
I had a good night’s sleep. We headed out early for a peaceful return trip back to Jersey. We got less than a quarter of a mile down the road and had to turn around because Landon, our collie puppy, suffers from car sickness. Medication helps the vomiting, but fear causes other things to escape from his body. Back home for cleanup.
Good thing……on the way home, the tractor trailer in front of us hit two deer at once. The entire drive was filled with deer lying by the roadside, but to see two of them killed this way was such a heartache…. Who knows, maybe Landon saved us from being just a bit closer to that tractor trailer or even being the one too close to that pair of friends. His tractor trailer was damaged, our car would have fared worse……and so would my heart.
It just goes to show that life’s journey is full of flames and pot holes and unexpected delays…….but it is also full of extraordinary moments, like hearing Loreena sing.
I brought my camera, but no photos were allowed. It seems Loreena is very very strict about this. That’s okay, images of her will remain in my head, like the house, the trucks, and the deer…………….