lifelong knitter: Stars on ICE

I was on the verge of a full fledged panic attack yesterday, or so I thought. Last night was to be my first time Driving at Night since the eye surgery and I was freaking out. I'm all ABOUT Driving, dontcha know...so I could not for the life of me figure out why everytime I thought about driving to the Big City to see the Ice Skating I had visions of a fiery crash. I'm SO not prone to imagining worst case scenario car crashes. That would be my Mother's department. I'm in charge of Wishful Thinking, and DRIVING.
I did the anxiety drills...thought about it LOGICALLY, and still. Fiery crash. BIG one. DANG.
Daughter was so excited about this show (albeit SENSING my mood she said "Are you SURE you can drive?") and we took the Wonderful Woman who came over every single day I was away and read poetry to Tasha (Edgar Allen Poe) while watching the History Channel with the cats. How Blessed am I? Big Time.
We piled into the Mommymobile and headed down the road. At the junction where the two major freeways diverge, I took the road less travelled. Not the one in my *imaginary* narrative. Both passengers immediately began the Questioning. Why was I going THIS way? THIS isn't the way to the Big City...blah blah blah. I just said well, I thought this might be less crowded and changed the subject. We sailed along, made great time and I was measureably calmer. I felt perfectly FINE once I made the decision to take the Other Way.
The show was beyond fabulous.in.every.way.
It was over a little after 10 pm (which qualifies as DARK, for those of you keeping track) and we headed out to the parking lot. Sat in the endless sea of cars waiting to get OUT of the parking lot and chatted about how amazing, how thrilling, how WONDERFUL the show had been. I'm not exactly sure HOW it happened, but with all of the orange safety cones lined up everywhere we ended up going out of the complex in a direction I had never been before. No other cars around, and no streetlights. I activated my Sense of Direction, and kept up the chit chat about the music, the costumes, the lighting...SOMEHOW, an hour later, we arrived home without ever having set tires on the Fiery Freeway.
Got up this morning and sleepily opened the paper.
Front Page story...Navy jet..fiery crash...freeway at a standstill for hours....
Well now, THAT explains everything. Like the goosebumps I have now.
This is Danger Girl, reporting LIVE from the Twilight Zone.
Oh, and for those of you tuning in for glamour shots of Chocolate, or Knitting...I can get the photos to iphoto from the card reader (which seems like MAGIC!) but can't get them over to Typepad. There isn't a *browse* button the way there was on the PC, and I REFUSE to go back, or give UP, for that matter.