I found that word, yooofff, on John Gray’s blog this morning. It makes a great title for a post I was not going to write.
The blog commences last Friday; the football game! Another of the despicable non-league games. Only one small injury this week. We were home by midnight and in bed soon after. It was obvious this time last year neither Laura nor I are nighthawks. Nine or ten hours a night, at the right time, suits each of us. “Sleeping in” is no panacea; it’s confusing.
The next day was Saturday. We were invited to a picnic that Laura could not attend because of---a band show. I certainly intended to go to the picnic. We got up close to noon, ate breakfast, set out on errands, arranged neatly as all right hand turns until the last left into the grocery store. Great logic, eh? Turn right, first star on the left, you’re home.
The learner’s permit drove, and made careless mistakes that I attributed to tiredness, the second to last involving speed and overshooting a drive. I decided I would drive on the way home. We reached the grocery, drove down the lane and Laura pulled into a parking place. “Slow down” commanded grandma. How fast does a car go when the driver slams the gas pedal, not the brake.
Damn fast, I’m here to tell you. So, lucky for her, a concrete stanchion stopped the car. My body still remembers that abrupt stop.
Aunt Janice came and bailed us out. She took Laura home, then to the band show, and later took me to the airport to rent a car. As I waited an hour for a tow truck, I managed to make all the appropriate calls; filed an insurance claim and put a car on hold at the airport, picked it up, and at the appropriate witching hour, retrieved Laura from the band show.
Sunday was the heart to heart. If you are not focused, in the moment, paying attention, you do not drive a car. Oh, yes, there have been plenty of tears over two days, the most touching being “I can’t believe you’re not mad at me.”
Today I got through the part that could have made me angry at someone. The insurance person told me on the phone that between the mileage (75,000), the age (2010) and the damage, it could be a total loss. I saved it for the adjustor, who said, “Calm down, calm down.” The appraisal came out for big bucks, but under the value of the car. Thank you, Universe. While I’m at it, I’ll pay for getting the scratches and scrapes removed, and that car and I will keep on cruising. It will be two or three weeks to the end of this, and another trip to the airport to renew the rental car (or get a different one!).
Today was the first cards with the Methodists. It was their picnic I missed on Saturday, too. The Methodists raise a lot of money out of their kitchen, and election day is a big turkey dinner fundraiser for them. A huge wooden chicken stands outside. It says “Save a chicken. Eat turkey.” The chicken was a stand in bill board for the picnic. I found him in the card room, waiting placard replacement. What a guy.