Jan. 19th, 2016

resonant: Seal doing facepalm (Seal of Disapproval)
I would love it if I never again had to begin a phone message or email with the words, "First of all, we're all OK and no one is hurt ..."

I wrecked my car on Sunday because some irresponsible oik of a tractor-trailer driver left a spare tire in the middle of the lane on a twisty, shoulderless section of Iowa 52. On the coldest day of the year, I stood and watched my beloved sky-blue-lavender Hyundai bleed its oil and antifreeze all over the overpass, and now I'm on tenterhooks waiting for the insurance company to tell me whether they're going to pay for repairs or total it.

If you're inclined to exercise your pull with the universe, the decision I want is "pay for repairs." I was planning to get another twelve years out of that car; in no way do I have the money to buy a new one. I love that car. And they don't make that color any more.

(Possibly I've used up all my allotment of good luck in the fact that no one was hurt and the fact that the kidlet wasn't driving. I don't want the universe to think I'm not grateful for both of those things, because am I ever.)

By the way, did you know that tenterhooks are hooks used to stretch wool to dry? Knowing that makes the sensation that much more vivid.

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