Stuck in Muncie…

What a difference a day makes!

Yesterday, Emily and I were traveling to Muncie to drop the girls off at my parents house as we were headed to Delaware, Ohio for my class at MTSO.

When we were just outside of Alexandria, IN, I received a voicemail from the church office informing me that someone from MTSO had called to let me know that this weekend’s classes had been canceled due to the pending snow storm.

The question was, “what do we do now?” We were about 15 minutes from my parents house…

One option would have been to turn around and return to Lafayette.

The other option was to finish our trip to Muncie and visit family and friends.

As most people know, if the grandparents are planning to see their grandchildren, you can’t call and say, “we’re not coming.” From my experience, that is almost as severe as pulling the plug on ones parents.

So, we made our way to Muncie. We stopped off at my mom’s school. Grandma enjoyed parading her grandkids around the building and in the teacher’s lounge. It was in the teacher’s lounge where I decided I no longer wish to visit my mothers school. Some of my former teachers tried to imply that I was not exactly a “model student”. They implied that I was talkative and always in trouble. Of course, they are getting older and their memories probably just aren’t what they used to be.

Then it was on to my parents house where we found my father up on a ladder fixing gutters before the pending snow storm. It didn’t take him long to get the ladder put away and get inside with the girls.

So, we decided to stay the night and visit.

Emily called some friends and planned an evening out. Greg and Carol invited us to join them for dinner and asked if we would like to go to the Indian restaurant. Emily asked if that would be okay and my response was, “Muncie has an Indian restaurant?”

By the way, the Sitara is awesome! The food was amazing! The service was great…there is a long story that would explain how hard they will try to please their customers with strict dietary guidelines.

At dinner, Greg and Carol also informed us of a new Thai restaurant in downtown Muncie.

I guess when Adam Weber started the whole “Muncie…We’re Trying” campaign he was right. Muncie really is trying!

Of course, overnight the snowstorm made its way across the state and now we are “stuck” in Muncie. Of course, by mid-afternoon I expect the roads will be greatly improved and we’ll be able to consider heading back to Lafayette.

However, a Friday lunch trip to the Heorot will be required…if I can get there!

In reality, we’re not stuck in Muncie. We have numerous friends we can visit. We have some relaxed time to spend with my parents. And, we have the possibility of a trip to the Heorot!

One thought on “Stuck in Muncie…

  1. I am an unpublished poet, well unless you think that Blogger is writing. In the fall of 2009, I wrote a poem called, “On Snow.” This morning I woke up and re-posted it as a reminder that today may be the last time you ever see snow. Today, may be the last time to hear your favorite song or are able to dance to it..

    I said, “Today, I am dancing and I hope everyone else is too.” A year ago, I was having my hip repaired in Indianapolis, IN, as the day before I fell in downtown Lafayette after the “last” snow of the season.

    A year later, I am loving the snow and dancing in it.

    Thank you for your light hearted post. It made me smile. You and Emily have a safe drive home. Since your plans have changed, take a back road and enjoy the scenery. Show the kids Indiana snow. The sun is out now.

    On Snow

    The first snow you marvel
    Pure and white and cold
    Making virgin angels
    It’s softness you do mold
    Then color becomes tainted
    It messes up your plan
    It becomes intrusive
    Burns while in your hand
    As months go by it offends you
    Stops you in your tracks
    Swearing at it daily
    Shoveling, aching backs
    Deep to bone coldness
    Fingers turning blue
    Dreaming of sunshine
    Wanting something new
    Then it all goes away
    Trees begin to bud
    Warmth begins returning
    No more snow…. just mud.

    Jonnie HIckman (Fall 2009)

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