I Did Have High Hopes for the Day

 Until I got bitch slapped by the back end of a semi.  For the life of me I wish I knew what or who this semi belonged to.  It's making me crazy.

I was worried about it being congested when I left downtown because of Summerfest.  I should have turned around and went home.  I thought about going for a walk and I realized it was maybe too late and got a Starbucks.  I headed over to the post office off of Capitol and then I made the mistake of getting on the freeway.  If I ever see a semi, I don't care if it's going 30 miles an hour, I'm going 25 miles an hour.  I'm cautious with trucks, buses and big vehicles.  I just didn't realize how narrow the lanes appeared because of construction until I heard the crunch.  I never blew the horn or yelled.  I was shook.  Still shook.  

My sister is freaking me out by saying it'll be thousands.  She didn't want to make me sad.  That's my middle name.  It's ok.  

I'll probably have another meltdown when I got to Andrews Toyota on Thursday afternoon with the tears.  The woman was nice and she said we'll look at it .  If I can just get the mirror fixed on the passenger side.  The door opens and closes.  

I need a guardian angel. I think I have one but I suspect my guardian angel might have a drinking problem.

At least the semi didn't smash my sense of humor. 

Good humans drive safe.    Don't take the freeway. 

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Way Past My Bedtime

 I crashed before Reverend Raphael Warnock's speech.  The power of DVR saved me. I watched it this morning right up to the point where I had to sign in.  It was fantastic.   Hillary was great.  My mom was crying.  It meant a lot to her to have Hillary win that election and she was crushed. I was crushed.  She always fan girls over Hillary.  It was hard for me to decide in 2008 do I go with Barack or Hillary?  She gave a phenomenal speech. I had to watch Joe this morning.  No, I didn't cry like I usually did.  I got a little teary eyed when his daughter finished her speech and introduced him.  That nice man made sure his little boys had a dad that came home every night after they lost their mom and baby sister.  He took his oath of office by their bedsides.  He got a second chance with Jill and having a daughter.  He's such a good human.  Yeah, he looks 81.  He lit that stage on fire with a torch....
Read more

The Dark Things

I sometimes wonder about this when I'm in a brooding mood about how I got treated at a low time in my life.  Or lowest. Would people have been relieved if I just died?   Really.  I have thought the answer was yes.  I'm not talking about my family. I am talking about those who made their discomfort known to me.   They could have had some fake ceremony and a moment of silence.  There wouldn't have been a funeral so they could have forgotten about that part.  They would have excelled at pretending to care about my life if I wasn't here. Then, I had to go do something stupid and survive.  How do we deal with that?  My mentor even mentioned to me, well, you know, none of us have dealt with someone being sick.  Oh, should I get a fucking manual for that?  Excuse the F bomb but that was warranted. When I got my schedule for radiation therapy, I had wanted to talk to my manager about it and find out if it was ok.  I had gotte...
Read more

So Here's the Weekend

 I was having a wishful thinking moment last night when I was writing my postcards.  I was wishing for my imaginary friend that has shades of Stephen Colbert mixed in to show up and go for a walk on this humid July night.  We would talk and maybe check out the food trucks that were at the Farmer's Market last night.  Maybe they would be ok.  Maybe they wouldn't.  We would be getting out of the house and just talking about how our week went for both of us. Maybe we would stop at Pick n' Save and get my mom something she asked for.  He would always know how to talk to my mom and he would be someone she's really comfortable around like Charlie.  We would maybe see Charlie mowing the lawn on his usual Friday night task and talk to him. He might have plans with his kids in the morning so we say our good night with a hug or maybe even something else.  No, I'm not going salacious here.  Get your mind out of the gutter.  Maybe we'd see each...
Read more