I Saw Two Scary Things Today
Scout was invited to spend the school-free day with BFF Thea. On our way toThea's house, I saw some storm damage. A HUGE tree snapped off at the ground and landed on a car. The car was absolutely destroyed. Windshield, roof, everything was smashed to hell. Several cars in my neighborhood look like that after Saturday, though most not quite that bad. The scary part was where the car was--halfway out of an alley. It was being driven when the tree came down. The poor occupants of the car, whoever they were, must have been badly hurt.
The second scary thing was on the way home from dropping Kidward. Driving down Oak Street. La la la. The car in front of me runs a red light and gets hit. There is something very violent about the sound of a car hitting another car. The dull crack of the fiberglass, the sharp scream of the brakes. The guy who ran the red light got out right away and started walking toward the other car. Those two people looked pissed, but fine.
I didn't stick around because I wasn't supposed to leave Stuart alone for long (this was shortly after we got back from his surgery and he was still out of it.) Anyway the tooth extraction went fine. Really fast actually. I looked at a few outdated issues of People and read a Newsweek column about gay marriage written by Andrew Sullivan. Then before I could pick up my book, Stuart was done. I swear it only took fifteen minutes. I was expecting to be there for hours.
I did not get the amount of cleaning accomplished today that I had wanted. That's for tomorrow. I did manage to wash and hang four loads of laundry, water the plants and put them back where they live, and clean out the fridge and freezer. That last part was so not cool. There had been several containers of leftovers pushed in the back and forgotten. *shudder* I dumped out most of the condiment wall--kept the ketchup and oil-based salad dressings. A lot of the stuff was near expiration and unlikely to be used soon. No earth-shattering losses. But it took forever and dumping the contents of the bottles and jars down the disposal and/or the garbage bag was gross. Made the whole kitchen smell like the armpit of a hellish bastard child spawned from ranch dressing, pickles, and melted popsicles.
Time to have a glass of wine and relax! And enjoy the lamp light and breeze from the ceiling fan. I love electricity.
The second scary thing was on the way home from dropping Kidward. Driving down Oak Street. La la la. The car in front of me runs a red light and gets hit. There is something very violent about the sound of a car hitting another car. The dull crack of the fiberglass, the sharp scream of the brakes. The guy who ran the red light got out right away and started walking toward the other car. Those two people looked pissed, but fine.
I didn't stick around because I wasn't supposed to leave Stuart alone for long (this was shortly after we got back from his surgery and he was still out of it.) Anyway the tooth extraction went fine. Really fast actually. I looked at a few outdated issues of People and read a Newsweek column about gay marriage written by Andrew Sullivan. Then before I could pick up my book, Stuart was done. I swear it only took fifteen minutes. I was expecting to be there for hours.
I did not get the amount of cleaning accomplished today that I had wanted. That's for tomorrow. I did manage to wash and hang four loads of laundry, water the plants and put them back where they live, and clean out the fridge and freezer. That last part was so not cool. There had been several containers of leftovers pushed in the back and forgotten. *shudder* I dumped out most of the condiment wall--kept the ketchup and oil-based salad dressings. A lot of the stuff was near expiration and unlikely to be used soon. No earth-shattering losses. But it took forever and dumping the contents of the bottles and jars down the disposal and/or the garbage bag was gross. Made the whole kitchen smell like the armpit of a hellish bastard child spawned from ranch dressing, pickles, and melted popsicles.
Time to have a glass of wine and relax! And enjoy the lamp light and breeze from the ceiling fan. I love electricity.