There is a trash truck sitting almost in the middle of the street. Huh. OK. I wait. And wait. He waves me on. I look....OK, there looks to be *just* enough room for my Liberty to scoot by him. Okey-dokey! I pull VERY SLOWLY up to him, I scootch over a little more...and I fall off the damn street.
Into the mud. Up to the TOP of my right axles.
See, it'd been raining since 6 PM. A nice slow, steady, never-ending rain. It was already muddy from the rain we'd have since...well, December. It's gloppy out here. Our street is gravel over mud.....and they just graded it. So the shoulder....isn't. The road ends, and there's a good 6" drop on each side (supposedly they are going to "fix" the road proper in March. I don't believe it...)
So here I am. Stuck. At close to a 45* angle. It's raining, I have 2 kids in the car - 1 of whom is Freaking the Hell out, because her SCHEDULE is OFF and Oh My Gosh we're GOING TO BE LATE TO SCHOOL. ("Calm down. It's 7:19. You don't HAVE to be there until 8" "-7:50, and we're going to be late!" "-7:50, OK, you still have 30 minutes. Calm down!")
A lady who was Behind the trash truck was PISSED - "He COULD have moved over! I saw you slide - and that.......jerk! - just went on by! Wait here - my daughter has a truck!"
Well, she did....but she couldn't move me. Neither could I, with the Kubota. :sigh:
The neighbor down the street (the welder that never wants to actually, y'know, WELD anything for me, even when I wave cash at him) came by....he ended up taking the kids to school for me, then he came back and pulled me out with his LARGE truck ("Heh. My truck's bigger than yore li'l bitty tractor!" :yeah, thanks....my tractor's dependable, though!:), and I came home. (I thanked him profusely. He didn't HAVE to help me, after all!)
Called in sick, because a) I am. Sore throat, sniffles, AND I'd been out in the rain for over an hour and b) getting stuck must have been the only way Yah could get my attention. I woke up thinking I needed to stay home....so.....here I am. :weak grin:
I have chili in the crock pot, laundry in the dryer, and I'm going to bed in a minute. I'll work on the sweater later...and start a loaf of bread.
It's Still Raining.