I just received news that although we have many missing shingles, there is relatively no damage to our home!!! I am flooded with relief. Phew! That was a close one! God has certainly answered my prayers in every way :)
We're staying in Ruston and plan to leave early in the morning to head back home. Ainsley will stay here with my mother-in-law and will probably return in the next couple of days. I am thankful I had my mother-in-law to take her ahead of us up here to safety. It was a very interesting ride for us on the way to Ruston.
It started with our miniature rat terrier, Daisy, jumping out of the window while driving down the interstate at about 15 miles per hour. The slow speed was due to heavy traffic, but it wasn't slow enough for it to be a smooth jump and recover for Daisy. As soon as she jumped out, I shrieked and Tim yelled "FUC*!" while on the phone with his mother. He hung up, then jumped out of the truck bare foot to run down the interstate after Daisy. Shortly after exiting my transonic, shock state, I got out of the truck to see what I could do. Needless to say, my short stature disabled me from seeing over any car. A lady noticing my disability yelled, "He's gotter', mayam!" As Tim handed her to me, blood poured from her mouth and head on to my shirt. It hadn't occurred to me just how hard she hit the cement. I jumped in the truck and examined her face to see where the blood could be coming from. The injury looked mostly on her lower lip. We pulled out of the traffic and on to the side of the road, where Tim poured some bottled water over her face which offered her some relief. For the next several hours she basically moped on my lap, sucking up every bit of sympathy we offered her.
We were a mere fifty miles from Ruston at about 10:30 pm when a noise from the back caught our attention. The boat trailer tire had blown out. We ended up riding the next twenty miles at 2 miles per hour until we reached the nearest Wal-Mart parking lot where we would spend the night in the truck. The next morning we were told that Wal-Mart didn't have our tires in stock, so we ventured a few more miles down the highway to another place who sold us the closest we could get. We FINALLY made it to Ruston around 10:30 am, a full almost 24 hours from the time we left Luling to get there. The remainder of the time has been pretty uneventful, accept for the fact that I've fallen down the apartment steps outside twice. Hopefully there won't be a third to charm me.
We're staying in Ruston and plan to leave early in the morning to head back home. Ainsley will stay here with my mother-in-law and will probably return in the next couple of days. I am thankful I had my mother-in-law to take her ahead of us up here to safety. It was a very interesting ride for us on the way to Ruston.
It started with our miniature rat terrier, Daisy, jumping out of the window while driving down the interstate at about 15 miles per hour. The slow speed was due to heavy traffic, but it wasn't slow enough for it to be a smooth jump and recover for Daisy. As soon as she jumped out, I shrieked and Tim yelled "FUC*!" while on the phone with his mother. He hung up, then jumped out of the truck bare foot to run down the interstate after Daisy. Shortly after exiting my transonic, shock state, I got out of the truck to see what I could do. Needless to say, my short stature disabled me from seeing over any car. A lady noticing my disability yelled, "He's gotter', mayam!" As Tim handed her to me, blood poured from her mouth and head on to my shirt. It hadn't occurred to me just how hard she hit the cement. I jumped in the truck and examined her face to see where the blood could be coming from. The injury looked mostly on her lower lip. We pulled out of the traffic and on to the side of the road, where Tim poured some bottled water over her face which offered her some relief. For the next several hours she basically moped on my lap, sucking up every bit of sympathy we offered her.
We were a mere fifty miles from Ruston at about 10:30 pm when a noise from the back caught our attention. The boat trailer tire had blown out. We ended up riding the next twenty miles at 2 miles per hour until we reached the nearest Wal-Mart parking lot where we would spend the night in the truck. The next morning we were told that Wal-Mart didn't have our tires in stock, so we ventured a few more miles down the highway to another place who sold us the closest we could get. We FINALLY made it to Ruston around 10:30 am, a full almost 24 hours from the time we left Luling to get there. The remainder of the time has been pretty uneventful, accept for the fact that I've fallen down the apartment steps outside twice. Hopefully there won't be a third to charm me.
