T is for…
… Toyota Camry, which slid sideways on a patch of ice yesterday as I went around a curve. I clipped a telephone pole, crashed through a fence (a small wooden fence) and broadsided a parked mini van. No one else was involved; my airbags did not deploy; I was wearing my seatbelt. I am okay (lower back is a little sore), but my poor 2002 Toyota Camry, probably the nicest car I have owned, will be visiting the body shop for about two weeks.
… Tow truck. Pretty self explanatory.
… Telephone pole. Did I mention that? Just clipped it, but I will need a new mirror and a new tire on the passenger side. I think the telephone pole did the most damage to my car, actually. I wasn’t going that fast.
… Thousands of dollars, which my insurance company will be shelling out to the owner of the parked car I hit and also to the body shop who will restore my car to its former loveliness.
… Three o’clock in the morning, which is when I woke up this morning and had a panic attack about driving down that hill again. I don’t know if something like this has ever happened to you, but the feeling of being Totally and completely helpless in a hunk of metal that is clearly going to only stop when it hits something is rather nightmarish. I avoided the drive-by of the scene of the accident this a.m. because I had to drop Bun off at daycare. But Tomorrow, I am going to have to do it. Or I will never be able to do it again.
… Thankful. That I had on my seatbelt. That I didn’t hit another, occupied car head-on (it was a close call). That my children were not with me. That I was only about two minutes from my house, and DearDR could come get me. That everyone I dealt with yesterday, from the officer who showed up on the scene to the insurance company to the rental car company, was awesome. That I pay lots of money for comprehensive car insurance. That I wasn’t driving 70 miles an hour on the interstate when I lost control of my car. That I am up and walking and just fine although very shaken up. That people were concerned about me. That I am fine (did I say that already?).
… Toddlers of which I have Two, who are the lights and loves of my life. (Along with DearDR of course.) I gave them a few extra hugs and kisses yesterday.
Some other things I love that begin with T and have nothing to do with the accident:
Thanksgiving! This has always been my favorite holiday. Even after I became a vegetarian. Even after travel became involved. Lots of food, family, and football. A few years ago (NINE!? nine years ago? Holy cats.) DearDR and I had been dating for about six weeks when I asked him if he wanted to come home with me for Thanksgiving. He jumped at the idea (I found out later it was the first holiday he had not spent with his family). Unfortunately, I decided to have a major anxiety attack about the whole situation — “What am I doing? I hardly know him! My mother is going to hate him. Worse, my mother is going to love him! Ack!” We barely spoke all weekend. I was like a skittish horse around him. Not a relaxing time, to say the least. In contrast, a year later, DearDR was asking my parents for their blessing for us to be married. They gave it. About thirty seconds later, my dad said, “So, are you going to start cooking meat?”
Travel. It’s been awhile since I’ve taken a major trip. Girlie Weekend doesn’t really count. I would like my next international trip to be Ireland. I would love to return to Italy. I am hoping DearDR’s cousin gets married in San Francisco and we can travel there again, and tour some wineries in Napa or Sonoma. Heck, I’d go back to Florida with my family for awhile. Between kids and jobs and tight budgets, it’s not going to happen soon. Maybe I’ll plan something, so I can be ready for when we can travel again!
Trilogies. I love me a good science fiction or fantasy trilogy. Some of my top trilogy picks: the Fionavar Tapestry by Guy Gaviel Kay. Lord of the Rings by Tolkien. The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy (the only five-part trilogy — soon to be six — that I am aware of) by Douglas Adams. His Dark Materials by Philip Pullman.
T is also for Ten, which is how many Things are supposed to be on this list.
T is not for PittGirl. Or Good-bye. Or We’ll Miss You. But I would feel remiss if I didn’t mention that PittGirl had become probably my favorite Burgh Blogger to date, and I will sorely miss her cleverness, her What They’re Really Thinking analysis of Steelers’ games, her snarkiness (which was utterly free of mean-spiritedness). I am sad that she was put in a position that she had to pull the plug. But I respect her for knowing that it was Time. And when she returns, I hope I am there.
I am PittGirl.