Good Grief, What Now?

The last time I posted, and yes I know it was two weeks ago to those of you who scolded me today for not posting more often (you know who you are!), the roofers were here and I had only gotten a little stitching done.  Well, the roofers are gone and except for a few little snippets of roof padding that I keep finding in the grass the only evidence of their presence is the new roof.  And if I hadn't told you it was new you wouldn't know because really, who notices a roof?

The dock, which was loosened from it's moorings by the torrential rains we had some weeks ago, is still tied to the trees to keep it from floating away and is awaiting the dock repair people to rescue it.  My husband and grandson tried but it defeated them.

The camper, which was damaged in the hail storm, has gone to the repair shop for a yet-to-be determined amount of time.  It seems that the brand we have is no longer being manufactured and so parts must be sought from other companies.  I have no idea what that means but I expect it means a long time waiting.

The deck furniture which was destroyed by the Superman sized hail has not been replaced but the deck box that "hail holes" in it has.  I can't find chairs that are as heavy as the ones I had so I'm still looking.

Then ten days ago my husband and I were driving to Little Rock, about an hour away, on a super busy interstate when we were hit from behind by an 18 wheeler truck.  On the passenger side.  Where I was sitting.  Traffic was awful that day, bumper to bumper, and while we slowed for the traffic in front of us the truck didn't.  We drive a GMC Acadia, a fairly large SUV.  Thank goodness.  The truck hit at the back tire, slid all the way up to the front door, then skipped around where I was sitting and hit at the mirror and on down the front.  I assume the angel who was standing between that truck and me is a little larger than an average man because that's the width of the skip in the dents, scrapes and holes that are in the side of the car.

I wasn't kidding about the angel...you can see where the truck stopped right there at the door handle, and where the scrapes start back at the mirror.  All four side air bags deployed which kept my head from bouncing off the window.  All in all, we were blessed beyond measure - we both walked away with only stiff and sore bodies and one small cut on my arm from the airbag.

I've been driving a rental car for 10 days now and that's getting old.  Just today the trucker's insurance company called to tell us they have "totaled" the car.  It would cost far more to repair it than it's worth.  Hopefully tomorrow they will call back to make an offer for the "replacement."  Right.  Like most people I was making car payments - had 6 more to go and it would have been paid for.  So now, whatever they give us I'll put down on a new car and be making payments again.  For who knows how long.  Ok, I'm through whining now - it's just a car and we weren't hurt and I'll get another car and all will be well.

Needless to say there's been no stitching done in this house since my last post.  I did manage to get to a needlework shop because shopping is medically necessary when you've had a wreck - ask any doctor and I'm sure they would agree.  I didn't buy much because really, you don't want to overdo any medication, right?  I have no idea where that stuff is right now or I'd show it to you.  It's probably with the rest of my "stuff" I've put in the corner out of the way - one of our daughters and her two teens have been living with us for 2 1/2 months and they've finally gotten to close on their house and are moving tomorrow (can I say yippee!) so their "stuff" (which in the way of my "stuff") will soon be gone and I'll be able to find my "stuff" again!  :)