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Yesterday started with an avalanche. Three or four bottles of wine slipped from their gerryrigged rack in my butler's pantry and shattered all over the floor, which is tile, and upon which nothing bounces - drop a tomato and you have salsa. It's very cute though, the floor. Since there was an inch of red and white alcohol to mop, the clean up was time consuming and rife with shards. Now my butler's pantry smells like a barroom.
Two people did not show up for scheduled meetings (so I couldn't make other plans - ask me if I used my time constructively? I read a peace piece from a leader of Findhorn David Spangler- a gold star for me) He says that peace is a personal practice. Do everything in your day with the intention of creating peace. The opportunity arose immediately because .....
Then I had an auto accident, which was entirely my fault. I made a left turn in front of an oncoming car. (Isn't it a good thing this blog is anonymous and the insurance company will be left to decide who is to blame) The dad was driving his daughter's new car. She was cryng at the scene, not because she was hurt, but because of the injury to her her virgin vehicle.
I am worried because I really didn't see them comng, and I looked. I checked to see if their headlights were on and they were. He was lovely in an avuncular way, perhaps that was because I was prostrating myself on the pavement, begging forgiveness. I know I'm not supposed to do that for insurance reasons, but I can never help myself, especially when it was so clearly my fault.
I will have to go and look at my car in the daylight, but I don't think there is any damage. The daughter's car was new, and this was it's first foul, always an occasion for tears. My car currently looks like the car of someone to whom you would give wide berth. Plastic bumpers aren't good for us girls who drive by ear --- although if you heat the dents with a hairdryer, they often pop out. I just haven't hairdried my dents in awhile.
Photo note: The flower in the photo above is yucca The photo below is self explanatory.
Posted by Dakota at February 3, 2004 06:51 AM