Making the most out of a crisis

We had quite the uproar here last week. It was a dreary day and the roads were slick. A car collided with a tanker on the overpass. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been stuck in traffic under that bridge. It seems like a miracle that no one was hurt or killed but the drivers.  I’ve since heard that the young lady driving the car was notorious for texting while she was driving. So sad.

The fire was intense. Traffic was at a standstill. You couldn’t travel east or west and that was how you would get north or south. My hubby planted himself at Barnes and Noble to wait it out.  Schools were holding on to children. It was a crazy time. The kids arrived home an hour later; could have been much longer.

So now we are trapped on our little island, sort of. I’ve always thought it was quirky living on an island. I never minded when the drawbridge would go up and get stuck and not go down. It never happened that often.  It’s been decided that the overpass has to come down.

My five minute run to the grocery store is now a long trip to another town or a trek around town. Thirty days. I’ve decided that I want to make the most of the crisis. Complaining won’t help. I keep thinking--My children were on a school bus. They could have been traveling under that bridge.  A friend felt the heat on the back of her van as she was the last one through when it exploded. It could have been so much worse.

It amazes me that the bridge is already gone--totally taken down. I’m enjoying the fact that it's inconvenient to run into town; we are being more responsible and planning our trips. It’s almost an adventure. I packed a hand project into the car and actually got some work done stuck in the traffic back up. (Don’t worry I was paying attention.)

I need to run to the post office. I have some banking to do. I’m making the most of the crisis. I’m not worrying about the silly errands. They can wait. I can make lists (I love lists) and route out my drive. I feel like I’m accomplishing a mission, not wasting time where I could be crafting on little errands. There are no little errands. I’ve arranged a carpool for my budding track star. I’m going to stay home.

Poor pitiful me whatever will I do. Just me and my fabric or me and my scrapbook papers or me and my glue sticks and paint and decoupage paper and stitcheries and whatever else I can think of. I’m going to make the most of the crisis. I'm going to stay home.