Me and my Shadow

Me and my shadow, strolling all around the house. Dave and Lois’ visit to Orlando did Bob a world of good. I was afraid that he would be depressed after they left and he was a little sad, but he rested on Thursday and then on Friday he was up and following me around all day.

Sarah went on a field trip to a farm that had a very large corn maze. Some friends took her and we had to get up very early to get her to their house by 8:15. After we dropped Sarah off, I took Pop to McDonald’s for breakfast. He ate a huge breakfast. When we got back home I started setting up for a yard sale we wanted to have on Saturday.

Bob was my shadow and followed me around the whole day. It was so nice to have him help me set things up, and then sit on the carport and watch the cars go by as we drank tea. And then I asked him if he would like to bake a carrot cake for dinner. He was thrilled and came in and mixed it while I emptied the dish washer.

While the cake was baking he worked a word search while sitting at the dining room table. And then he helped me fold clothes, and even helped me make dinner by snapping green beans and peeling some squash for me. Then he went with me to pick Sarah up after dinner. He was worn out and I don’t think he got to finish the Louisville vs. Memphis ball game.

The yard sale was a success and we got rid of a lot of stuff. The left overs all went to the local good will. Bob asked me how well we did and I told him well enough for Rob to take me out to dinner tonight. He replied, “That well? We did pretty good then huh?” We finished the yard sale just in time for him to see the Kentucky vs. S. Carolina game.

If he tells you that I was in a car accident this week it’s true. I was hit while driving his truck taking the stuff to good will. It was just a finder bender and there wasn’t any damage to the truck. The funny thing that happened is that they guy that hit me was a nut. He was from India and he didn’t get out of his car right away. I sat and waited for him to get out and he just stayed in his car. I finally hunted down my cell phone and it wasn’t until after I found my cell phone and called 911 that he approached the truck.

Now you just have to try and get a visual on this scene, because it really is funny looking back. Here is this Indian man yelling at me outside of the truck while I am on the phone with the police and then with Rob. He is yelling at me that nothing happened, his foot slipped off the break, everything is fine, why am I on the phone, I am making trouble for him and he doesn’t like it….and Sarah and I are really scared because this guy is yelling at us.

I am so scared that I just keep telling the police on the phone that the guy is upset and he is foreign and I don’t know what he wants, but I am NOT getting out of the truck. I told them that I had no idea if there was damage to the truck or not and wasn’t going to find out until a police officer got there.

Well, the man got back in his car turned around and left. Sarah got his tag number. He just left. After he left I got out and looked at the truck and there wasn’t any damage, but what nerve! I called Rob and he came immediately to my aid. Pop got upset thinking I had gotten hurt, but only my pride and feelings were hurt. I mean the nerve of some people.

The police came and they did find the guy and they yelled at him some, but couldn’t prosecute because there was no damage. They said they had listened to the 911 call and knew that I was scared and had heard him yelling. They said he was just a nut.

What ever happened to the days of common courtesy? Ma’am, are you alright? I am so sorry I bumped your car, are you and your daughter alright? I guess those days are long gone. I guess now if you hit someone the thing to do it get out and yell at the person you hit and make them feel really bad for being in your way and being on the road the same time you are.

Well, stay off the roads this week if you can. Give him a shout because he loves hearing from you all.