To tide you over until the next installment of "The TreeHouse Chronicles", nibble on this:
Late to church (as always), tearing down the road...just. about. there...we run into a train. Wait, bad choice of words...we didn't actually run into a train (obviously, or you wouldn't be reading this), but we encountered the lowering safety railings, flashing lights and "ding-ding-ding'ing" of the alarm.
"Crap", says Mr. Wonderful.
"Think we can make it to the North crossing?"...without waiting for my answer, he takes of like Dale Earnhardt (you know, if Dale ever drove a minivan) and races to the next crossing.
We make it in plenty of time (the trains have to sllloooowwww way down through our town) and he crosses just blocks from church. Ready to make the turn, he sees what we forgot was on the other side of the tracks...
Road construction...and I'm not talkin a little torn up road...oh, no...I'm talkin' gaping holes that would swallow us up to the center of the earth. Impassable, is what I'm talkin' about.
So, we go straight...only to realize, there are no, and I mean NO, side streets for us to turn on to get to church.
87 miles later, we finally approach church, and are now driving toward the railroad crossing we originally tried to avoid (from the opposite side, of course)...and what do we see?
The train has passed, the cars are crossing.
So, in our haste to find a short-cut, we failed miserably...as Miss E. informed us,
"That was a long-cut!"