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Carol Perkins: In New Year, she'll heed advice of her husband

Despite warnings of Flash Flooding from The Weather Channel she drove to Burkesville against husbands advice and made it . . . back to Edmonton, to her mother's house, where, even with aid of backup television, her SUV slid away. Click more to see what happened.
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By Carol Perkins

On the Friday before Christmas, my mother and I went to Burkesville to visit my late brother's family (Tim Sullivan). My niece and her husband were at Tami's (my sister-in-law) and we ate, exchanged gifts, and started our holiday season. The weather that night was horrible. Flash flood warnings appearing on the top of every TV channel made Guy a little leery that we should be traveling. "You can't see very well on a clear night, and you sure can't see when it's rainy." I don't know where he got that absurd idea. I drive perfectly fine. After all, I came through an ice storm with no injuries or damage to my car. I was feeling slightly proud of myself with an inflated sense of security.

He continued. "Your mother doesn't need to be out in this weather. What if she comes down with pneumonia?" I had no good response to that, but she wanted to go and so did I; Reason wasn't speaking very loudly to me.

My mother directed me to drive the car through the side yard to her back door. "These big tires will mess up your yard," I protested. She didn't care, so I drove my SUV almost to the back door, picked her up, backed to my right into the gravel, and pulled forward for a straight shot at the highway. However, this occurred in daylight.

Fortunately, the rain eased quite a bit and low places that normally flood on Hwy 90 were clear. We spent a few hours with family and headed back home. The flash floods would come later.

Her yard was already a mess, so I drove to her back door. Once again, I backed to my right out of the yard, but this time darkness prevented my view of the between the driveway and the grass. My tinted windows didn't help. The backup mirror was useless in showing the gravel line (much of which was gone) and the grass. I'm giving these excuses for what happened next.

My back tires got off in the soggy grass. The more I tried to move forward, the further back they slid. The security light was dim and my visibility was zero. After many attempts and many new ruts in her side yard, I called Guy. I knew he couldn't move the vehicle, but I had to have a way home. By now my SUV was several feet beyond her driveway, hiding in the back fence row. A kid could have swum in the ruts.

The look of "I told you that you needed to stay at home" said more than words. He brought a few wooden boards, hoping to catch a wheel; however, when that didn't happen, we left my vehicle (with his presents inside) and the next day Matt Gallagher (Gallagher Appearance in Edmonton) pulled it out. My SUV looked as if I'd been mud bogging.

In the New Year, I am going to try to listen to the wise advice of my husband of fifty years. However, it won't be easy. My desire to "go" and "do" usually outweighs his power of reason and persuasion. We'll see what the year brings.

This story was posted on 2018-01-03 12:11:16
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