While I chatted with neighbor Shawn, she said, “With your husband and Dawn’s away, we ought to get together on the porch and chat. The next morning I sent texts to the ladies of the neighborhood. All but the clown could come. (Marla was dressed as a clown for an event in Cherokee.) There was one more person to include, because Joyce told me that Frankie had come back after being away for several months. The gathering morphed into a reunion and a black-out party. Our power went out mid-afternoon, because high winds knocked down an oak tree in the mountains, severing lines to our town. I told everyone to bring their cell phones to recharge, since our generator was on. It was wonderful to be together again to catch up on news. During cold months, we don’t see each other outside very often.
Neither John nor I noticed the Jeep until neighbor Nancy pointed it out as we walked by. It was her husband’s vehicle that died. He was only a few miles from home when the transmission broke. It wouldn’t go forward, but it could back up. Their sons went to help him, and they drove it backwards all the way home. That included a stretch on the four lane divided highway! She said they were laughing and took photos and videos of the event. Her husband said, “I’m gonna put a fork in it and call it done.”
The looks of the Jeep and the story made us laugh. John said, “I’d tell people I came to a fork in the road.”
After church on Sunday we went to Pearson’s Waterfall near Tryon. I was thinking of grandson Nathaniel, knowing he was flying back to NC after having competed in the J&W Iron Chef event. A quick text brought a reply; he was in the airport waiting for his flight. David agreed to pose by the stream on the way up to the falls, and we sent the photo to him. On the way down the mountain, we lost all bars, but we were together in spirit.
We had the official photo of David and John to prove we were there at the falls. I laughed when I saw the picture on a larger screen, because it looks like the water is falling over the rocks and continuing over David’s shirt. David was not wet, but we all enjoyed the cool mist coming off the falls.