Let It Snow!

I'm inside today, rotting my brain with bad Reese Witherspoon movies. Now, give me a break. The roads were icy last night, then it rained, and now it's snowing. It's beautiful through the picture window; not so much through a windshield, I'm betting. I'm staying put!

Snowfall reminds me of hot chocolate, and, yes, accidents. Accidents remind me of policemen. Policemen reminds me of the time Grandma came home in a police car...

On our trip to Lithuania, we took a tour organized by the Balzekas museum. On this tour were probably 20 people. Three of us were under 30, three or four couples were between 40 and 60, and the rest were over 60. After touring Vilnius one morning, we were given the afternoon for "free time." We wandered around, shopping and sightseeing, as if we knew what we were doing. We were supposed to meet up for dinner at our hotel.

The three of us "young people" had seen a shop, further up the street, that we wanted to visit. Grandma and two or three other "over 60's" didn't want to take that walk. We agreed to meet up about halfway back to the hotel, at a shop that we all recognized, in about an hour.

Well, the hour passed. I bought some mammoth tusk, and was standing, waiting for Grandma...and waiting...and waiting... We waited about an hour, maybe a little longer. We were getting pretty worried when a police car came zipping up the street. It was about past us when, instead, the driver slammed on the brakes.

Seems that the "over 60's" had NOT GOTTEN LOST, but, rather, wandered a bit. There was much discussion about how to find us, with Grandma, of course, being correct. Really, she was, but no one was listening. One of the gentlemen, having been a police sergeant before he retired, flagged down a police car. (Fortunately, these "over 60's" were all Lithuanian speakers) They agreed to bring them to us, and off they went.

After driving for a bit and realizing that the former police sergeant spoke an almost-undecipherable Lithuanian, the officers began listening to Grandma. She described to the the shop where we were supposed to meet, and off, again they went. Finally they found us, and all was well again. There was much, "Take a few litas for your troubles," on the part of the lost ones, and much, "Oh, no, no, no, we couldn't," on the part of the policemen. Finally, good-byes were said, and we went off to dinner.

But we always like telling the story about the day the police brought Grandma home!