Creating my future, one miracle at a time

Thomas and Shelby and I went to the Franklin School Medieval Feast.  Four removes.  Enough food to kill a fellow, and delicious!  We all wore costumes.  Greens, veggies & fruit, two different kinds of bread with spreads, chicken in orange sauce, stewed apples, bowtie noodles, and the cake was shaped like a castle, with strawberries on top and snow (whipped cream) all around the bottom.

And of course, Thomas played medieval music on the violin.

After the feast, after I'd changed into more modern clothing, I went to our local Books a Million.  I needed to buy a book for Shelby for the upcoming lit group.  I was also going to buy Breaking Dawn, since Thomas wasn't along to herd me past the books. However they were sold out.  I really don't like going there.  It's sort of like going to a flea market as far as consistent stock is concerned.  But I stayed there an hour, not finding anything, and being amazed at the curious (lack of) filing system.

Then I hid out some more at Walgreen's, buying chocolate and picking up drugs. 

I would prefer to find a little solitude and quiet in my own house, but it seems just fairly impossible.

Just life as it goes for me.

Dressed up in medieval garb and went to a feast today. Thomas was one of the troubadours playing medieval music. Way cool and lots of fun. (the good)

Well I've owned my new car for 9 days, as of tonight, and yesterday, when I had only only it for 7.5 days, someone rear-ended me. Yep, wrecked already. (the Bad)

Luckily it was a very small Honda, and her car actually when a little under my bumper, so the only thing I need is a new bumper. Which will only be, tax and all, about $585. And she's totally responsible. And she claims she has insurance, but I have a bad feeling about her and this alleged insurance. I, of course, the responsible citizen, have coverage for uninsured drivers, but it has a $500 deductible. (the weird)

I swear, if she doesn't have insurance, I will personally make sure she at least gets her license pulled.

When I was younger, I had a big vengeful streak, which as I matured, I learned not to act on, to be nice, play by the rules, blah blah blah. But as I get older, I'm a little more likely to say "what the hell." Like that lovely scene in Fried Green Tomatoes (movie version) where Kathy Bates just rams this little brat's car and says, "that's what it's like to be older, and well insured."

Or, as H.L. Menken said, "Every normal man must be tempted at times to spit on his hands, hoist the black flag, and begin slitting throats."