Thursday, November 29, 2012
AZ has a funny way of welcoming a person
Last entry-I told about not having a bedroom set, a desk, a
Well, I’m here to tell you the week really got better-NOT.
Nope. On Friday, our
daughter stopped by with our younger grandson to help a bit with the
unpacking. After she left to go pick up
our older dividend she called in hysteria-they suspended him for three
days. There is a zero tolerance rule and
he broke it. Seems he hid a bubble gun
in his backpack and a kid in afterschool care convinced him to take it out.
That didn’t go over well-you see a week before a kid got
suspended for bringing a toy gun that didn’t look like a toy and he got booted
as well. All the teachers had a talk
with their classes about not bringing “weapons” to school.
So Dyl got some quality time with grandma and Auntie
Sam. Then there was yet another
emotional outburst. Nothing anyone needs
to know-just accept that it wasn’t fun.
Thanksgiving was pleasant and no major “oops” were even close to
happening for me to make some satirical remark on-it was just a nice afternoon.
Then came Black Friday.
It was black alright. And then
It started out okay.
Steve had to work, so I grabbed my coupons and headed to several
stores. There’s a plus-we live in a
fairly unpopulated area so I didn’t have to fight any crowds. Got in and out of 4 stores in about an hour.
The rest of my day was just making yet another trip into our
Super Wal-Mart for pick up items. Then I
was told to go to our son’s store (he manages the La-Z-Boy Bedroom and Dining
store) to pick out the bedroom set and bed.
It was dark now. My
husband and son had parked in the back.
My car was in the front. I didn’t
get a half mile away when I was hit head on by a stupid guy in a large
Silverado truck. I say stupid because he
was speeding on a red light with his kid in the cab.
I heard the hit and the next thing I knew was that two good
Samaritans were knocking on my window asking me if I was trapped because my car
was smoking and I had to get out.
I had enough sense left to phone my husband and tell him I
was hit and to come back. The two
strangers got me out. By then the fire
and police had descended on me and then the EMTs.
I’ll spare the details.
Suffice to say my husband and son got back to the spot. I am one very lucky woman. The front of my PT Cruiser was completely
crushed. It’s totaled and worth nothing,
since it was almost 10 years old.
Sigh. I really loved
But-somehow, while I am one big ball of bruises, bumps, air
bag burns and lots of pain, I didn’t break a single bone!
I think by now you all know I’m more of a spiritual than a
real religious person-but I am thinking that God must be there because the look
of my former front end tells me I shouldn’t be here to write this entire entry.
Oh, and through all of this-I turned 55. Wow, I hope from this point on-the activity
of this year slows down. Because I think
I’ve had all the “fun” I can handle for now.