The only entry I managed to write while on vacation. But, I have off today. So, as I try to get settled in and do some cleaning, I'll be back to write more and to begin catching up with everyone on their journals.
I arrived in San Antonio on Thursday two hours later than I originally planned. I had missed my original flight. I worked until almost 8:00 p. m. the night before. When I got home, I had to make arrangements to leave my Beta fish with a co-worker. By the time that was taken care of, it was almost 9:30 p. m. I made a couple of phone calls and sent a couple of emails. It was nearing 10:00 p. m., or so. I was feeling a wee bit tired so I thought I'd lie down, watch T.V., and relax a bit before I began packing. I fell asleep! I did not wake up until 4:40 a. m. the next morning. I had intended on being at the airport at 5:00 a. m. which would place me there two hours before my flight was scheduled to leave.
I rushed into the shower and threw some clothes in a suitcase, leaving behind my presents that I had bought my mom and step-father. I called a taxi and arrived at the airport one hour before my plane was scheduled to leave. I figured time would be tight but I would make it to the gate in time to catch my flight that is until I saw the line to check baggage at the curbside check-in. So, I went inside to see if the ticket counter was any better. It wasn't. It was worse! I went back outside to stand in line with hope that somehow the line would move quickly. It didn't. I checked in my baggage at 7:00 a. m., the time my flight was scheduled to leave. Somehow, my baggage made the flight, but I didn't. I was put on stand-by for the next flight at 9:30 a. m. It was overbooked and I was unable to get on. I spoke with the wonderful gentleman at the gate and he began searching for another flight for me. He wasn't having much luck. He gave me another stand-by option for later that day and another for the next day. I told him unless he could secure me a confirmed flight I was going to rent a car and drive. He thought I was crazy, but the loss of revenue spurred him to try harder. He got me on stand-by status for a flight leaving at 11:30 a. m. that had eight unpaid reserved seats. If those eight people did not show up soon those seats would be open for those on stand-by. I was first in line since my ticket was paid foralready. Much to my good fortune, I was able to get on the flight.
With one miracle under my hat, I called my mom the next day from my friend, Debbie's house to let my mom know I was on my way to her house. She lives about two hours southeast of San Antonio. My mom told me it was snowing and to be careful. Knowing that my mom tends to exaggerate, I took her warning with a grain of salt. As I drove along, I saw nothing that gave me the indication that snow was looming on the horizon. As I reached the sign that said Yorktown with nine more miles to go to my mother's house, I spotted a few flurries fluttering in the air. I scoffed and thought, "That's not snow!"
I arrived at my mom's and saw a whisp of snow accumulated on the steps but still it was only flurries in the sky. Within minutes of arriving, the sky opened up and the flurries quickly turned into a shower of white fluff falling to the ground. Within a couple of hours a dusting could be seen across the land and was even accumulating on the backs of the cows. My stepfather and I went out to feed the baby calf that lost its mother. I snapped a ton of pictures figuring the snow fall would stop soon and the accumulation would melt by morning. Later that night my step-father called me to look out the back door. The snow had not stopped and was still coming down at a steady pace. There was now about a three-inch blanket covering the ground. There was even thunder and lightening! When it first started, we thought we were hearing things. Even though the snow was steadily coming down, I snapped a few pictures from the door, because I really didn't expect it to still be there in the morning.
I woke Christmas morning and rushed to look out the window. There was at least a foot of snow covering the ground. The news said it had been eighty years since something such as this had occurred in that area. My step-brother and his family live less than twenty miles away and didn't even get a dusting. It was an amazing sight to see. I went out and snapped some more pictures of our White Christmas in South Texas. I'm putting together a little movie to show on my journal but it will have to wait until I get back home on my broadband. It has been quite a few years since I have seen snow. I never thought coming to South Texas would bring my next snow experience, another miracle indeed. They say things happen in threes. I'm left wondering what might be next.