Nothing and Everything

Y’all. I’m either lazy or busy or setting the world on fire or watching it fly by. I can’t decide. I won’t bore you with a rundown of events of late, but I’d like to. But then I’d feel compelled to include pictures, the likes of which are still on my camera and that would require me a) standing up from the computer and b) tracking down the camera and c) putting the little card thingy into the computer which (backing up) would mean removing it from the camera itself. And never mind all the clicks and saves to actually pick and choose a photo.

Sigh. Like I said. Lazy or busy. You make the call.

I will get my act (which I just spelled “ack” if that explains anything) together and share some amazing pics from the big Social dance which I have always, every year, sort of hemmed and hawed about and then I show up to the dance and it’s amazing and I’m so glad we spend all the time and money doing it. Also, there are pics from my brother coming in to surprise my mom and dad! And all the revelry that these events involve (among the highlights? My new house summertime drink called The Balducci Summertime Drink, also known as a Moscow Mule in some circles).

In other news, I almost got killed yesterday.

Seriously, I’m not being melodramatic. I almost got totally taken out at a stoplight where I had the green light and another car flew through his red light, didn’t even slow down at all.

I was sitting at the light, waiting for it to change. I was multi-tasking, on the phone with my friend Mollie and also filling out a deposit slip for the bank. I was going to turn left at the light to go to the bank. So I was talking and writing and keeping an eye on the light.

The light turned green but no one was behind me so I sat for an extra three seconds to finish writing and when I looked up this SUV was right there in front of me, flying by full-speed-ahead.

“Oh my gosh,” I said to Mollie, “I almost just got taken out.”

She asked what happened and I told her and then I tried not to obsess. But it was hard. I mean, if I had even inched out to turn that guy would have crushed me. Like ME. Not my van, not some random portion. It would have been the part of my van where I was sitting.

“How creepy,” I said to Mollie, “if we had been on the phone and I had been hit?”

I actually started feeling worse for Mollie, the thought of how traumatic that would be.

“And I wouldn’t have even known where you were,” she said and the two of us were getting not too worked up but just enough that it was kind of making me rub my temples and squint my eyes. Must. Get. Image. Out. Of. Head.

After a minute or two we went back to our previous conversation, the one we were having before the light incident and there you go.

This morning I was telling Paul about all this, getting fixated (once again) on how terrible it would have been for Mollie to hear that crash, how scary and traumatic.

“Well that definitely sounds like something that could be on that Oxygen channel,” said Paul, “or maybe Lifetime.”

So there’s that.