I have said it before on this blog that going to town is not a preference.
That is my choice and that is cool.
But when Mother Nature interferes and stops me from doing just that by way of fallen trees on my road, then that is not a choice of mine and therefore.....not cool.
I had--after much thought and agonizing and running out of cheap wine--decided to go to town.
I got the car out of the garage and trundled down the hill when I came to a complete stop.
A tree had fallen, due to two days of heavy, heavy rains, on my road and barred any e-or-ingress.
Going the other way was not much of an option since just getting the car turned around and facing my way again was a major undertaking due to slick and wet road, and the other way is way steeper than mine. No go.
Back to the house and car in the garage and then the sorting out of the situation.
If I decide not to go to town, that is fine.
If I decide to go and cannot, due to whims of Mother nature, that is not fine at all.
Now that is really a conundrum.
Isn't it?