Just a quick note this morning. I have some pictures to share, but will put them on tonight for Wordless Wednesday.
When I got home yesterday, my kitchen looked ever so much better than when I left in the morning. The floor was still dirty, but that will be taken care of soon. We had new pipes that won't rust for as long as we live. We had a new high-powered garbage disposal installed. The nastiness had been cleaned off all of the products that live under the sink. The corned beef was cooking away in the crock pot.
Mom called later in the evening to say she hoped I didn't mind if she cleaned up my kitchen. MIND?!!? Mom and Dad have been married for 61 years - they are still operating as a team. When Dad came over to fix things yesterday, he needed an extra hand - he called Mom and she came rushing over to be that hand - as she has been doing for 61 years. She couldn't stand the thought of my coming home from a long day at work to that mess. Bless you, Mom! Bless you, Dad, for your willingness and skill to help us in a non-life-threatening, but really disgusting crisis!
DC told me that he had really hesitated calling Dad from his restful Sunday afternoon, but I know for a fact that he loves to help - loves to use his innate ability to fix anything - loves to be needed - and loves to still be able to do these things at age 81. We have always kept lists of things for Dad to fix when he came to visit - now we just call him and he comes over from his house 7/10 of a mile from our house. What a blessing.
I talked to several people at the insurance company. They were all so nice (even though I am sure they will increase my rates, no matter now nice they are!). A guy will come to the parking lot of my office today to check out the injuries to my van and get the report to my body shop of choice. I know from experience that this shop does great work. It will look as good as new - and maybe they'll wash it??!!
I drove down that street this morning to check out that huge evergreen tree that the victim's mom pointed out as we stood out in the snow Sunday night. Sure enough, it does block vision of the stop sign until you get right up to it. Add snow coming down, weighing down those branches even more, and impending darkness, and I might have a case. But I don't think I'm going to go to court. I'll just bite the bullet and pay the fine. It doesn't change the fact that I know that sign is there - it's been there for the many years I've been driving down that street. But I will take a picture of the blockage and send it to the city - hopefully they'll make the home owner trim the tree back to within their yard instead of hanging over the sidewalk. The accident could have been much worse - and it could happen again, with more dire results.
FYI - I'm coming up on my 300th post! What shall I do to celebrate??