A Soggy Saga – Part Three (Revised for Publication in the PN)

Part Two from last week ended with: To get the landowner’s permission to use his driveway as an emergency turnaround, I sent one of my high school riders to secure it while I radioed base to explain why I might be a tad behind schedule. Still no response from the bus garage.

Having received the landowner’s permission, I pulled in and began my turnaround. Somehow my stage – the considerable flat open space – began to shrink. Simultaneously the riders’ whines increased in volume as the tone of the backup beeper, the helicopter whirr of the defrosters, the drone of the diesel engine, and the noise of the wind and the rain and the thunder escalated. And I had acquired an audience. Just what I needed for this unrehearsed performance with a growing number of directors seated behind me.

I realized the landowner had the right to occupy his front row seat to watch my interpretation of the “Bus in Mud” ballet. I might have been able to pull off my debut perfectly, even with the unfortunate placement of some of the stage props – a tree, a fence, two Blazers – had not the mud sabotaged the set.

My constant sashay between the tree and the fence, necessitated by the location of the two Blazers, made a much greater impression on the mud than anticipated, and the mud decided to latch on to the bus after one final encore.

The directors seated behind me quieted long enough to make sure of the latest addition to the symphony of sounds – the spin of rear tires, which blended appropriately with the tone of the backup beeper, the helicopter whirr of the defrosters, the drone of the diesel engine, and the wind and the rain and the thunder. The beat of the wipers, present all along but not noticed, seemed to suddenly dominate and direct the orchestra until smothered by the heckles of the riders, who gave up their directors’ roles since they felt their guidance had been ignored.

With my performance ending so abruptly in failure, I turned to the only avenue left for escape, the trusted two-way radio. My pleas for rescue seemed to fade into the symphony still in progress until a dangling wire caught my eye. No wonder the radio had been silent! Holding the wire in place made the radio come alive, so keying the mike with my other hand, I sent that most dreaded message…”22 to base…I am stuck and can’t get out.”

(To be continued)

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About gleefulee AKA Teresa Lee

Retired after 33 years of teaching English and French (one year in private school in Memphis, TN and the rest in public school in Doniphan, MO. Enjoying new adventures - all those things I put off for lack of time, energy, now I can try them! Pottery, writing, traveling, camping, kayaking, dancing, listening to some of the best live music ever, and making passionate, lively new friendships. All christened with an appreciation for great red wine! Created and operated KC's on the Current, then sold it and managed it for new owners. Now totally retired and looking for my summers to be full of fun as well! Born and raised in St. Louis, MO near The Hill. Though a transplant to Southeast Missouri, still very much a city gal at the core with a deep love of the natural resources in these Ozark foothills. Currently I am a content contributor for Poplar Bluff Living Magazine and a columnist for our local weekly The Prospect News. My rescue Siamese helps with most of the proofreading; he has a great ear. I relish the solitude easily had in the Mark Twain Forest but thoroughly enjoy lively outings for music, wine, conversation close to home or in my beloved hometown. Technology is my greatest challenge but so worth the shared connections. There may be a need for solitude but there is little loneliness. The material in this blog written by Teresa Lee is her property and cannot be used without express written consent to do so.
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