1) A gettting-up-there-in-years woman from my church, Ginny, offered to drive me home. Okay, all with the good.
2) My uncle Miles and his wife were gonna be in town this weekend for a convention so he offered to drive me back. By this time i knew of tonight's 7pm House Meeting, though, and they would be leaving too late to get me back in time.
3) The weather starts threatening snow and Ginny doesn't wanna drive in bad weather. She says she'll drive me to Framingham bus station from which i can get a bus home, though. Saturday night she says she'll what the weather's like in the morning and all.
4) Sunday morning she hasn't called and i have found out that Framingham wants advance reservations and costs more than from South Station. My mom plans to go into work today anyway, so she says she'll drive me in. She's not familiar with driving around South Station, though, so we go through 3 different plans as to how to get me to South Station, finally working one out.
5) We go to church. I would have started with, "Can you take Elizabeth to Northampton?" even though all morning we had been working on the assumption that the weather would be too bad for Ginny to drive, but instead my mother starts off telling Ginny that she's going into work anyway so she'll just take me into South Station and i can get a bus from there.
6) We get back from church (10am service, back around 11:30) and i check for messages on the phone. Message from Ginny, 8:19am, saying she'll take me to Northampton, leaving right after church. !!! One of these days my father will consistently check for messages after he gets offline. (We have that phone service thing so that if the phone line is occupied, say when someone's online, someone can leave a message.)
Oh, and one of Ginny's e-mails mentioned taking my grandmother, which i wasn't consulted about. My mom pointed out that Ginny will then have company on the drive back, which makes sense, but a 2-hour drive with Ginny and my grandma is not exactly my favorite way to spend an afternoon. I really quite enjoy being myself on the bus and getting to sleep or read, and it's not all that expensive (yay to Peter Pan and their student discounts), so this was really not a major trauma, but i really like having a plan. As i said to my parents as we drove into Boston, driving is almost always faster than taking the bus but rarely worth the hassle.
Since you asked, here's the story.
2) My uncle Miles and his wife were gonna be in town this weekend for a convention so he offered to drive me back. By this time i knew of tonight's 7pm House Meeting, though, and they would be leaving too late to get me back in time.
3) The weather starts threatening snow and Ginny doesn't wanna drive in bad weather. She says she'll drive me to Framingham bus station from which i can get a bus home, though. Saturday night she says she'll what the weather's like in the morning and all.
4) Sunday morning she hasn't called and i have found out that Framingham wants advance reservations and costs more than from South Station. My mom plans to go into work today anyway, so she says she'll drive me in. She's not familiar with driving around South Station, though, so we go through 3 different plans as to how to get me to South Station, finally working one out.
5) We go to church. I would have started with, "Can you take Elizabeth to Northampton?" even though all morning we had been working on the assumption that the weather would be too bad for Ginny to drive, but instead my mother starts off telling Ginny that she's going into work anyway so she'll just take me into South Station and i can get a bus from there.
6) We get back from church (10am service, back around 11:30) and i check for messages on the phone. Message from Ginny, 8:19am, saying she'll take me to Northampton, leaving right after church. !!! One of these days my father will consistently check for messages after he gets offline. (We have that phone service thing so that if the phone line is occupied, say when someone's online, someone can leave a message.)
Oh, and one of Ginny's e-mails mentioned taking my grandmother, which i wasn't consulted about. My mom pointed out that Ginny will then have company on the drive back, which makes sense, but a 2-hour drive with Ginny and my grandma is not exactly my favorite way to spend an afternoon. I really quite enjoy being myself on the bus and getting to sleep or read, and it's not all that expensive (yay to Peter Pan and their student discounts), so this was really not a major trauma, but i really like having a plan. As i said to my parents as we drove into Boston, driving is almost always faster than taking the bus but rarely worth the hassle.