Fallout…

It’s not like I was injured in any way today, but the scrape with the motorcycle messed with my head.  I feel kind of jittery, shaky even four hours afterwards, as if I’d gone for a very long run and used up all my energy stores.  The insurer was called, the repair shop selected, just have to schedule a repair…yet even after all this tidy response, I still feel whacked.

I’m trying to make some sort of sense of this; I don’t believe things happen randomly, they happen for a reason.  Sure, we’re living cellular automata, just little bundles of genetic and memetic operations, but the rules define us are pieces of information, awaiting delivery for action-reaction.

Was this the best way to get me to do something or to keep me from something else?  Was this the best way for the cosmos to catch my attention?  Okay, so…?  What’s the message?  I’m waiting…

And if this was some sort of cosmic message for me, delivered by some stranger on a bike at 40 miles per hour following a pleasant and relaxed lunch, what message did the “delivery boy” get?

Was this just a cosmic “Howdy!”???  Was this just “Hey! Pay attention!”

Hope somebody answers soon.  A girl doesn’t like to be kept waiting and hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.

Postscript --  Bike boy:  You’re not off the hook.  I’m still pissed, even if you were just a cosmic messenger.  Hell, I’m still pissed if I was the cosmic messenger.

5:42:53 PM    comment []

B-A-N-G!!!

Motorcycle sideswiped my car. 

Damn it all, I’m spastic, rushed with adrenaline, thinking he’s hurt, and he waves me off, drives away, leaving me with a 2-foot long by 1-foot wide dent in the door of my car!!!

How does a nice lunch with an old friend turn into a stress-ball of an afternoon?

Buddy, I’m really pissed at you, whoever you are.  You scared the bejabbers out of me, made me sick with worry that you’re hurt, left me holding the bag trying to explain to the city’s finest the inexplicable (why-oh-why did you turn into me, into my lane, when I was right next to you???), leave me with a now-marred car that will never be exactly the same as it used to be…

Did you take off because you were in shock, from either the surprise or your injury?  Or because you were ashamed?  Or because your license already has too many points, or your insurance is already jacked or non-existent?  I’ll never know why you took off, and that’s probably what pisses me off the most.

You and your little rice-rocket completely derailed my lovely, quiet day, took it hostage and you didn’t even stick around to explain why.

Argh!!!  Come back here with my afternoon, you motorcycling snot!!!

1:53:05 PM    comment []

Sorry, folks, I'm trying to get the garden in this morning before it rains this afternoon.

I'll be back to post later today.

Guess which vegetable my son will eat?

ß  broccoli?

å collards?

They don't look very different at all right now, do they?

10:18:14 AM    comment []