Saturday morning as I shuffled out to the kitchen to make my coffee (morning routine: get out of bed, hit the BR, let Monk and Sophie out of their crates and urge them out the front door to go poddy, say “Hey Big Fuzz” to Noah, ask him for a kiss [note to new readers: Noah is a dog] and then straight to the kitchen to make my coffee,) I was extra sore all over. As I shuffled, I thought to myself, I wish my body could speak to me and either say, “Its just your age, get used to it,” or “You slept in a really bad position. Try to improve on that tonight,” or “Man, that was a really great workout the other day. Keep up the good work.” But then, when I was re-hashing this thought with my brother, he countered with “or, you whacked a tree!” Yes, that’s right. Friday afternoon I made a last minute change in my plans, got in my car, and I hit a tree HARD about half a mile from my house. Oh brother. The most bothersome thing about it was that for the 20 minutes before I WHACKED THE TREE I said to myself at least 5 separate times, you shouldn’t do this. Just call and cancel. I was running way late to get to where I was going to meet my friend, and I was very distracted. (obviously.)
So for the next few hours, I felt like a complete loser. Not just in driving. Oh no. In every area of my life. But by evening I was ensconced in my big recliner with Sophie and Monk on my lap under the quilt I was working on, listening to Dallas Willard, my favorite author/philosopher/speaker. He always has a calming effect on me. And he said something he always says–God is right here now. And that led me to say, so what was that about anyway, God? Was it really necessary for me to run into that tree? It seems so senseless, such a waste of time. And you know, the thought came immediately to me that I had been so distracted, and not in a good frame of mind at all, that if I had gotten out onto the main road, I could have possibly done a lot more harm to either myself or worse, somebody else. So in that way maybe it was a blessing that I hit that tree. That’s how I’m choosing to look at it anyway.
Here’s a bunch of pictures I’ve been collecting from the past few days.
“Are you ever going to get off the computer?”
First daffodils. Most of the daffodils have little “Noah guard fences” around them.
Rare action shot of the Queen.
Noah takes advantage of the Queen’s plant investigation.
I planted a few primroses and pansies in the fall to go along with the daffodils.
Dinner one night was fish tacos! Quite yummy.
And Friday night I was feeling the need for a treat. This is half-healthy! Lori’s one minute muffin topped with some frosting and mini-chocolate chips. That did the trick.
The troops waiting for lap time. I was probably eating dinner.
Today Shelley mentioned that she was going to Chipotle’s for lunch, which made me want Mexican food too. Luckily I had all the ingredients to make a really great tostada!
Today, by late afternoon, I finally got out for a walk. Took my camera just in case I saw ‘signs of spring.’ I almost missed this little tree. I don’t know what kind of tree it is, but it is always the first flowering tree on our road.
That was not the fastest walk I’ve taken. But we did make the 3 mile round trip. I’m choosing to believe I haven’t damaged anything permanently. Just some extra soreness and stiffness that will hopefully resolve with a little time. I’ve been in exile over the weekend, and hopefully I will get a rental car tomorrow. The joys of ‘rural’ living. I’m really hoping that my PAID OFF CAR is going to be repairable, and not ‘totaled.’ That was definitely not in my plans.
There were a lot of really great, thoughtful comments to my last post. Thanks to all for joining in the conversation!