Saturday, 1 August 2015

Crash, Smash, Bash, Crash, Smash, Bash.

When I drive, whether it be on urban roads or interstate highways, I try to keep a safe distance from the auto which is ahead of me:
a safe distance of three to five vehicles on the highway, and at least two vehicles on urban roads.

That's all very well, but on interstates and fast urban roads the "weaving wankers" are often likely to switch lanes and move into the gap which I have carefully created in front of me.

And I cannot control the safe distance from the vehicles which are following me.

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The "two vehicle" rule is crucially important on urban roads, especially at STOP signs and at TRAFFIC lights, when another vehicle is ahead of me.

"Caution" is the rule, because the vehicle/s ahead of me may well not move forward with equal or even speed.

Thus it was the other day, when I was driving north on Honore Ave from 17th St., here in SRQ, I came to a stop at the traffic light at Desoto, (where the road leads up to our new and abominable Mall). I was (maybe) eighth in line.

I kept a safe distance from the eight vehicles ahead of me.

Those vehicles lurched forward, and then stopped. I had created enough space ahead of me so that I could stop with safety.

The driver of the car behind me was similarly wise. She/he was able to stop safely.

But not the next driver, nor the next, nor the etc.......

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I did my errand quickly and began to return home, this time going south on Honore Ave.

There they were: six fender-bender cars all in a row. Imagine sorting out that insurance mess.

Wednesday, 29 July 2015

Too much excitement in one day.

It all started early this morning at about 6:30   The little hook shaped anchor which keeps my dental bridge in place somehow hooked it self onto my tongue.  Try as I might I could not dislodge it.  I was crying out loud "ouch, ouch, ouch",  so much so that the dog and the cats got very concerned.

I saw myself en route to the walk in emergency clinic  ( knowing that my Dentist's office does not open until 8:30 ).  But luck, and not good judgment, I pushed the bridge back into place, and lo and behold my tongue was released.  No blood either.

I needed yet more excitement, so   I got round to digging out the pretty "Snow on the Mountain" which stood alongside my car-port.  The "landscapers" who service our condo complex gave it a radical trim about six week ago,  so radical that it died.

There was a strange beauty to it's leafless limbs, but when I noticed that it was creeping with caterpillars, I knew it had to go.

Digging out the tree, and then cutting long roots,  oh such such excitement. (I am easily stimulated!).


Snow on the Mountain  (Not mine - photo' via Google Images)



At about 10:00 a.m.  there was a flurry of activity at my front door. There they were, three EMT's, all ready for action in response to a call about a fall.   

I have most certainly fallen into sin (and sometimes liked it), but I had not fallen down.

They seemed to be a bit disappointed until I told them that the call was most likely for 3901 Glen Oaks Manor Drive, not 3901 Glen Oaks Drive East.

A  prone-to-fall woman of a certain age and a certain weight lives at the "Manor" address and I guessed (correctly) that she had made the call. Thank goodness it was not a life threatening incident, and double thank goodness that it was not 2:00 a.m.

There's more to come.  Mid-afternoon I went to the sink to get water for coffee.  No water.  Soon thereafter we the residents received an e-mail informing us that the contractors who are installing a new fence at the Circus Blvd. end of our complex had dug right through a water main.

That in itself is not exciting, but "boy oh boy"  this will give us something to natter and whine about for days to come.  Therein lies the excitement.

My thirst for excitement and stimulation not yet slated,  I decided to put the frosting/icing on the cake by cutting my toe nails.   Life doesn't get much better than that.


Sunday, 26 July 2015

And I say to myself "what a wonderful week".

Careful readers of this blog will have noted that I had two first-class visits last week with friends from St. Boniface Church, Sarasota.

On Monday last it was with Deacon Alan Rogers.

On Friday last it was with  the the Revd. John (Jack) Chrisman and his wife Donna.

I began this new week (Sunday 26th July 2015)  with another time of blessing with a friend.

He is Joe R, (from Massachusetts) whom I have known since 1980.

I have been with Joe through thick and thin:  as an assisting Priest at his wedding to Deanne; at the time when one of his brothers was murdered (a ghastly time); and at the funerals for his mother Irene, and his father Ray.

My friendship with Joe and Deanne has led to them have a rich and abiding friendship with my brother Martyn and his wife Wendy (that's a long and lovely story).

Joe is in Orlando, FL for a business conference.  He took advantage of some down time in that conference to drive over to SRQ today.

It was a gracious and blessed time.  We "took up" as if we were close neighbours:  with  humour; with shared news about our Church memberships and our families; and with that trusting emotional and intellectual intimacy which is the fruit of a thirty five year old friendship.

It was great, but not perfect -  for Deanne, Martyn and Wendy were not present.

I chose to eat in  (restaurants are all to often crowded, noisy and busy).

I think that Joe liked my home made Gazpacho, which was followed by my (also) home made Tabbouleh Salad, corn, peas, and butter-cooked rib eye steaks.

If he did not like it, he was wise enough to flatter me with gracious compliments about my culinary skills.

That's what friends are for!


AND  I SAY TO MYSELF  "what a wonderful week".

"Dear Alan, Jack, Donna and Joe -  you are gifts of grace to me".

Dear God - I am grateful.