It has been pounding rain, and I seem to have forgotten that hours upon hours of steady downpours mean the roads are like ponds. I hit the first massive puddle less than a mile from home. No worries. I'll be on the highway soon. Right?
Idiot. I am so focused on getting to the airport and finding my perfect spot (spitting distance to the door and parking pay station) that I forget about the water buildup on the shoulders of the road.
What a sight to passing cars if they could see me in the darkness: hands tightly clutching the wheel, wide eyes focused into nothingness, teeth clenched, spewing a mantra that includes the words God, Jesus, damn, oh, fuck, and motherfucker ... in no particular order.
I am not giving up! I am going to North Carolina come Hell or, well, high water. So bring what ya got, Ma Nature. You may be tough, but I am a nana on a mission.
Oh, and thank you muchly, by the way. I will gladly turn my car into a glorified kayak to drive here. It could've been ice or snow, so, much as my jaw is sore, I truly appreciate just rain.
