This post is different from others. It is unstructured, free range like free range chickens, able to travel where the sparks from my mind to my fingers may take me. I've not posted for awhile and I thought this method might be incentive.
The last few days have been strange ones in that things out of the ordinary have happened. On Monday, I had an eye appointment where it is necessary to park in a parking garage. All parking garages I have been in seem to have spaces made for midget cars meaning there is barely room to open the door to exit the vehicle. But this was not the problem on Monday. I drove into a vacant space and the car immediately to my right began to back out. He must have thought my space was still vacant because he turned his wheel too soon and scraaaapppped my back door leaving a pretty good ding and lots of his white paint.
I sat there a few seconds then got out, locked my door and went around to the passenger side to look at the damage. The driver had eased away from the side of my car but was parked half in and half out of the parking spot. He was crying like nobodies' business. I should have mentioned my eye appointment was in a building that also housed a cancer center.
Now, I'm not certain but I suspected he may have had bad news or all he could take for the day because the tears would not quit and my heart just went out to him. I patted him on the shoulder and told him not to worry about it, it was not that bad. He looked at me like he couldn't believe it and thanked me profusely as I continued to try to soothe him. After a few more words of encouragement and more "thank yous", we said our goodbyes and he left. I hope he got where he was going in one piece because he was really upset.
So, today I went to see Mr. Small Dent and after showing him the damage and telling him my story, he was able to buff off all the bad scrapes and pull out most of the dent. To do a perfect job he would have needed to take off the inner door panel which involved more money and more time, but I was happy with the improvement made for $40, a bargain I thought.
Then, on Monday evening as I sat reading in my livingroom, I happened to look up and gazooks! There was a water stain on my ceiling. Where the crap did that come from? Maybe Irma? I got a ladder and touched it but it didn't seem wet so maybe it was older that I thought. I went outside and looked at the roof from the ground but could see no damage at all. After Googling roofers, I phoned and phoned and phoned with no answers, just recordings. Several called back but when I explained my problem, though they promised to come by, no one has showed up...yet. I have another promisee scheduled for tomorrow. Apparently, it is a nail pop - little time and less money and all the roofers are busy with damage from Irma. My promisee is listed under "handyman." We'll see.
...to be continued.