We took our sweet time milking the cows this morning. It isn't milk tanker day, we got the grain truck in all right yesterday, most of the driveways are clear, and Alan is home from school, so we just coasted through chores. Al went up and dug the sheep a path so they can come down with the heifers after hiding in the tool shed during the storm. We puttered instead of pushing hard to get done and it was kind of nice. We even spent perhaps more time than usual sitting on thecurb behind the last few cows, talking about this and that, because for the first time in days we didn't HAVE to rush.
Thus when we came inside and the phone was beeping I hurried guiltily over to take the message, which I expected would be the girls telling me that they got back to college all right after their storm induced mini vacation. Instead I heard incoherent sobbing, and someone saying, "Oh, my God, oh my God," for about thirty seconds before it was cut off. To me it sounded just like Liz.
I was scared to death.
Total panic.
I called the guys in to listen and the boss thought it was the girls too.
While I called Becky's cell phone in worried haste, only to have it drop the call before taking me to voice mail, Alan kept calmly saying, "It's not the girls, mom, it's a prank call or somebody out of school and getting high."
I didn't believe him. I couldn't believe him. The roads are mostly cleared, but visibility is debatable because of the wind, and there is plenty of drifting. And those are my babies out there on the rush hour highway, no matter that they can and do both vote.
He was right though. When I finally managed to get Becky on the phone, they were fine. I wonder whether it was in fact a prank call or if it was a wrong number and some other mother is going to get some kind of frightening news from her daughters this morning.
I hope it is the former.
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Ouch. Bad experience. I, too, would still worry that someone out there needs help...
Yeah, the worst part is the epilog! Which made me look stupid here and not too happy.
What actually happened is that Becky tried to call home, the phone dropped the call (or so she thought) and they were climbing the un-cleared stairs up into the school. The snow was well over their knees, they had to claw their way up and all the gasping and crying and cussing was them trying to get into the school. I was not too pleased with Becky for being so thoughtless.
Uh oh.
That was a scary moment.
Wow, that is scary!
I know that must have been a frightening time. Glad everything turned out OK.
That would have scared the socks off of me! I'm glad it all turned out alright though!
FC, yep didn't last long, but there were a few minutes of sheer terror
Cubby, sure was...sometimes they make you wonder..and turn you grey before your time
Macbean Gene...thanks
Laurie...took me most of the day to get my breath back. I made them listen to the recording of what we heard and Becky was real sorry...which did very little for my blood pressure.
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