A Blast of Reality

I've been feeling a bit swamped lately, especially with a series of writing workshops and teaching commitments. I enjoy the work, but sometimes I'm not very adept at schedule-juggling. I felt like I could see the light at the end of the tunnel when the "First Kiss" workshop Bob L and I had planned, which was scheduled for June, didn't run. Last Friday I was on my way to meet a friend for lunch, and then it was off to the massage therapist for some work on my sore lower back. All in all, a nice, self-indulgent day.

But life (again) didn't go according to my plans. On my way through Medford, something slammed into the front of my car. (At first, I had no idea what)....It turned out to be a huge Dodge 4x4 pickup truck, driven by a very nice firefighter, who just hadn't seen my car. I was shaken up but had no major injuries--though my shoulders and back were tighter than ever.

Then I got to go thru insurance company hell, waiting on hold to get help, until I finally got a rental car. Now I'm tooling around town in a PT Cruiser--a virtual tank--and waiting for my insurance company to tell me how much (how little) they'll pay me for my '97 Mercury Tracer.

Tomorrow night I'm off to look at cars and interact with car salesmen. Although I emerged from the accident relatively unscathed, I doubt I'll be as lucky with the car guys.

Pray for me......