This was my front doorstep December 24, 2006.
It was warm outstide, comfortable to go out in a light sweater.
What a different Christmas we will have this year. The snow will continue here through the night, and some days next week call for snown and freezing rain.
I am on vacation as of Monday evening and was planning a drive to Montreal to visit my family and deliver gifts. Craig is coming with me, possibly Glenn too. What scares me is remembering the time I hit ice and spun around 360 twice on the 401 before we landed in the ditch. My car was never right after, the boys in the back seat were shouting, "Mom, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!!!" We sat in the car stunned at the bottom of the ditch for a few moments then they got out and pushed the car up on the highway again (we were 10 feet down) and two tires were flat as pancakes. Rims ruined too. But we were safe and uninjured.
After the tow to a garage in a nearby town where the car was repaired, I was so shaken my youngest son drove the rest of the way to Montreal, his brother beside him and me in the back seat. They didn't trust me to drive...and they were quite right.
When we returned to Toronto, I began to have trouble with the engine of my car, a lovely Grandprix that I loved. I always wondered if it was the trip to the ditch that started the trouble. The car eventually went to a scrap yard, looking beautiful but way too expensive to repair. It was a five years old. I am sure the accident did it.
So, now I am careful about what kind of weather I travel to Montreal in.
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