Last Saturday, shortly after sunset, I pointed my car in the direction of Older Daughter's house. She'd gone out of town, and I'd promised to feed, water, and walk her pets. (Hubs was at a hockey game downtown.) As I zoomed along I-10 heading east, a Texas Department of Transportation sign overhead blinked into life to spell out, "Monster Jam I-10 to 610 South."
A jam so big "monster" describes it? OMG! I'll be stuck in the mother of all bottlenecks, and daughter's dog will be trapped in the house and desperate to relieve itself. (I had to keep my foot on the gas pedal; otherwise, I'd have crossed my legs in sympathy.)
Two cars angled across three or four lanes of traffic to exit at Beltway 8, but that's the "Whoops, almost missed my exit," behavior Houston parents teach driver-permit-carrying kids to respond to without spilling their supersized Cokes. In other words, nothing out of the ordinary.
My fellow drivers continued their forward momentum. Had they missed the sign? Heard something on the radio that assured them the jam would be cleared by the time we reached 610? Maybe they'd vowed not to exit the highway until they saw a sea of brake lights ahead.
Since the snafu was south of I-10 on 610, I had a chance of avoiding it by moving my bitty car into the far left lane—the lane of choice for pickup trucks and SUV's. No one shot me the bird—comforting. I increased my speed to keep up with the big boys—rattling.
To make an over-long story short, I sailed past 610, and the drivers exiting there barely tapped their brakes. Huh? The monster had dissipated.
If it had ever existed.
I fed daughter's animals and walked her dog. Then I texted Hubs: "Did u get stuck in monster jam on way to Toyota Center?"
He wrote back: "Monster Jam truck show at Reliant Stadium. That what u mean?"
I Googled Monster Jam the next day. In Houston, Wolverine defeated Gravedigger the Legend.
Good to know.
Readers: August McLaughlin has organized a blogfest around the theme "The Beauty of a Woman." The posts are inspiring and heartfelt. (And there are prizes!) You'll see links to them at August's site, but I'd like to call your attention to Kara Flathouse's letter to her daughters. (Why, yes, I'm the mama of girls. ) Also, Tim O'Brien's posted this clip of Texas' own Ruthie Foster: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rkYh2BYONms
You'll find something that speaks to you among the blogfest's many posts. Happy reading.