It’s Wednesday, so I guess it’s time for me to do a little Wednesday whining. To be fair, though, I really don’t have a lot to whine about – as you’ll soon see.
So, friends, what’s the best way to start out a Monday morning, the beginning of one’s work week? Not with a car crash, that’s for sure! However, that is how I started out the week.
Monday was a brilliantly sunny morning. Imagine yours truly, traveling down a country road, singing harmony with Don Henley and The Eagles:
Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place
(Such a lovely place)
Such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the Hotel California
Any time of year
(Any time of year)
You can find it here…
Coming to a busy intersection, I make a complete stop and look both ways, about to make a left-hand turn. In the split second it takes to make a decision, I make a judgment that an oncoming vehicle has its signal on and the driver is about to make a right turn at the same corner.
Turns out she isn’t.
“That, Robin, was a motorist making a very poor decision,” says his pointy-eared companion.
“Golly Car Crash, Batman – there goes that citizen’s good driving record!”
“Yes, Robin, unfortunately that is the price we pay when we fail to yield to oncoming traffic. Learn from this woman’s folly, young sir.”
Okay, Batman and Robin weren’t really standing nearby. I made up that part of my tale – in case you couldn’t guess.
So, what really happened is that I ended up having an unwanted, intimate encounter with a big ol’ Chevy Caravan. My car got the worst in the exchange.
Fortunately, the driver of the other vehicle was uninjured. She was up, out of her car, walking around, and making calls on her cell phone to report the accident (as was I). I took a few photos of both our vehicles (and one of my ambulant new friend).
I’d never been in a car accident before so it was all quite jarring to me – in more ways than one. While privately moaning about the injury to my baby (my three-year old Sonata), I was saying a grateful prayer that neither the driver of the Chevy nor I was injured. In the end, that is really what’s important – and I’m smart enough to realize that.
Sorting out the insurance situation and arranging for a rental vehicle took up most of my Monday. Fortunately, I was only about a mile and a half from home and was able to get my car back to my driveway and then arrange for its tow to the service shop. The insurance adjustor wrote out a check for $6,300 for the visible damage to my car (thank you, God, for good insurance!). I’m hopeful that there is no hidden damage, but the insurance adjustor said the company would cover any additional repairs if needed.
I will tell you that I have become a super cautious driver as a result of this accident. I have always been an excellent driver so this was a shock to me – an expensive one, at that. Now I am driving like someone’s maiden aunt, constantly checking side mirrors and the large mirror over the windshield. Speed limit? I’m not even exceeding it by five miles. I suppose it will take some time before I take driving for granted again.
It just so happened that Monday was also the day our new back porch furniture was to arrive – so, with the insurance adjustor making an appearance, and later the tow truck, we had quite an eventful Monday. The only thing that didn’t happen was my getting to work that day.
Interestingly (or not, depending on your point of view), what was supposed to be a fully assembled set of patio furniture was delivered last Friday – in two boxes. Two very large boxes that contained small pieces. Lots of small pieces. About a gazillion small pieces – all requiring assembly.
Now, Mr. Loveton and I have our areas of expertise. Putting together furniture does not happen to be one of them. Heck, we have trouble putting together jigsaw puzzles. It is for this reason we were quite explicit about wanting the furniture assembled. We did pay extra for that service. It is our experience that it is worth doing so. “Easily assembled” often turns out to be a buzz phrase for “Sure to make you quite insane and guess what! We’ve failed to include a few screws and bolts just to make it more interesting! Have fun, suckers!”
After several irate calls from the grumpy Mr. Loveton, the store agreed to pick up the boxes and deliver a fully assembled love seat and two motion chairs as well as a table. They now sit on my back porch – the cushions still covered in plastic since I’ve not had the time to uncover them yet. I hope to provide a photo of the porch at some point.
I guess the only other thing of note is that I’m continuing on with my workouts, which consist of a lot of walking and a bit of weight training. It’s hard to find the time to fit this into my schedule, so I often end up taking an hour walk during my lunch break (right at the hottest part of the day!). I’ve managed to lose almost ten pounds, but would like to lose another ten.
This isn’t as easy as it sounds. Unless you’re a man, that is. Ladies, is this not true? You know it is! Men truly are the superior gender when it comes to weight loss. When they decide to drop a few pounds, they do so much more easily than women. I guess it’s God’s way of evening out the score – after all, men also seem to lose their hair more easily…
In spite of a pretty healthy diet and trying to walk every day, it’s hard to
get that dial on my scale to nudge. Well, to nudge downward – it’s always willing to oblige when it comes to moving upward!
I kind of get the feeling that my metabolism decided to leave town about ten years ago. Didn’t leave a goodbye note. Doesn’t even bother to send me a post card from time to time. I have this visual of it standing in the road, wearing a smart-ass look on its face, and trying to thumb a ride. I’d be willing to bet it headed down South… somewhere where the margaritas flow and skinny people sit around in bathing suits. Meanwhile, I’m stuck here – pasty-faced and ten pounds overweight, counting the calories in a small glass of wine.
That’s how I know the theologians are right. We do live in a fallen world. Why else would it be that everything healthy and good for you tastes like cardboard, and everything bad for you tastes delightful?
Ever since Eve took that bite out of the apple, we women have had to fight the battle of the bulge. Once Eve didn’t have that garden to take care of any longer, she and Adam got the bright idea of creating an industrialized society. You know the sort of society I’m talking about – the kind where you sit on your butt in front of a computer for eight hours a day and munch on Doritos. I’d be willing to bet you dollars to donuts (Oh, yes! Donuts!) that one of Eve’s sons grew up to be a doctor. He probably said to his mom, “You need to exercise more. Maybe start a garden – that’s great exercise… And, hey, mom – ditch the Doritos. Get more fiber in your diet – maybe eat some apples.”
And so we come full circle.
Well, there’s a lot more I could prattle on about – like how I was stuck in traffic this morning for two hours. Two hours! Why? Because of a multi-vehicle crash on the expressway. Did I get upset? Annoyed? Raise my fist and bawl out those careless drivers?
Nope. I just listened to my radio and kept my cool.
After all, motorists who live in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones. I’m sure that’s what Batman would say.
Have a great week, everyone – and be careful out on the roads. As they say, accidents do happen.