After creating culinary delights for my granddaughter's graduation party, packing it into the trunk, husband Jim in the passenger seat, off we went on Saturday on beautiful back roads all the way to Connecticut. Except, we were very late for the party. Halfway there we were hit by a young man on the way to his graduation party. Imagine tooling along in your wonderful little roadster with your husband in the bucket seat next to you chatting away and enjoying the beautifully manicured horse country, when suddenly somebody puts on his right blinker ahead of you, turns to the right shoulder, and then instantly decides to alter course and makes a uturn into your sweet ride - almost into your husband's lap! Thankfully, nobody got hurt in either car.
After Jim called 911 we became the center of the universe, inundated within 5-20 minutes by seven different municipalities, in this order: wrecker, ambulance, 2 separate firehouse EMTs, county sheriff, and state police. From start to finish it took an hour, and we went, haltingly because of our right front tire on right turns, on our way. The party was spectacular, with great people and food, fireworks and a band. We got home again in the wee Sunday morning hours.
The insurance company assessed the damage and thought that my 1993 Miata was totalled. I wept. We are one, should not be separated. I couldn't let her go to the scrap heap, not that. But LO! Later in the day after further research on parts and labor it is not totalled. It is in pristine condition with low miles, hard top and full package, aggressive tires, beautifully maintained. It is worth three times the damage costs, so I get to keep my ride and my collision insurance!
And now to Mrs. Pheobe and her second hatch. There are so far three little fuzzy heads in the porch fan nest, one hatched yesterday. So very sweet and lovely to watch from my kitchen window.
And then there was the black eyed susan at the gate stretching to open and shine, and the worm jerky on the walk eaten by one of my chihuahuas - Tito Puente, for an afternoon snack.
And at last Millie, my ever present worthy scarecrowess, who keeps the deer and the antelope and the woodchucks from the wildflowers.
Life is good!