My day generally starts around 5 am.
I don't have an official alarm clock unless you count the hungry belly of a middle aged red nosed pit bull named Teddy who doesn't want to miss breakfast. He never sleeps in. Ever. He also doesn't ask my husband, who is awake and getting ready for work at that time, to let him out. Teddy fetches me to start his day.
I don't really mind. I like watching that first run of the day. I enjoy the wiggly butts trying to contain themselves as they go to their spots and wait for bowls to be filled. I like to hear the happy burps and contented sighs as they settle in for the post breakfast nap.
This morning started at 5:05 am as any other. I was looking forward to packing the car and being the "surprise" guest speaker at the W.I.S.E. luncheon. W.I.S.E. is a group for women that pursues educational and stimulating programs so I was quite honored to be asked to speak.
I pulled my car out of the garage to pack it up with my things and it happened.
I broke the garage. I broke the car.
I smashed into the frame of the garage with the side of the car. I drive a black car. The garage is on the top of a hill surrounded by trees. Our driveway is black. The light doesn't work in the garage at the moment and because it was early morning, the light in the driveway didn't go on. It would have been easier to see at night than it was at 8 am.
When I saw what happened I started to cry so hard that I thought my head was going to bust.
I called my husband Erik and started to explain through my wailing but he really couldn't even understand me at all. "Don't hate me! I'm worthless" Yes. I actually said those things.
I pulled myself together enough to explain that I crashed the car into the garage and Erik said he was coming home. In the meantime, one of my neighbors who was walking his dog happened to see the damage and came up the driveway. He saw me crying and told me, very kindly, that it was not as bad as it looked and that it could be repaired. I'm sure he wanted to hug me but didn't because he didn't know me well enough. I could feel his kindness but was just in pure misery.
I got myself together while waiting for Erik to get home. It's an hour drive so I had time to blow my nose, drink some water and load the car. The car was drivable, just damaged.
My brother called, offered sympathy and support and then Erik arrived.
We got things sorted and then I had to leave to go to my luncheon.
The luncheon was pretty wonderful! Four dozen smart, wonderful women all together in one room. I led my talk with how important it was for me to be there with all of these beautiful women, different facets of loveliness, since I had managed to really mess up my day. The empathy I received back from people who were strangers to me gave me such faith in my gender!
I had only just met these women apart from one or two and I could see and feel the camaraderie. I think every person came up to me at some point when the talk was over to say something to me. Rarely have I had such warmth and genuine affection from a group.
On my way home, I dropped off my friend Catherine in West Chester who I rode in with to the luncheon. When I was half a mile from home, one of my neighbors was one the road waving cars down. I couldn't imagine why. He looked upset and excited so I rolled my window down.
"The cows are out! I almost hit one. They are out of the barn. Be careful!" Every one of his statements were exclamations. I burst out laughing.
Of course the cows are out.
It was a lovely and brisk day. Perfect for being outside.
I slowly went forward looking right an left and to the right, two of the cows jogged just ahead of the owner. Blades of grass were dangling from their lips. They were absolutely adorable and furry looking with their shaggy winter coats and obviously enjoying themselves being on the wrong side of the fence.
The grass is greener on the other side of the fence.
I was so upset when I damaged the car and garage. It's embarrassing. It's upsetting. It's scary.
My brother reminded me that we pay thousands in insurance all year long to pay for this kind of thing.
Chris at Progressive said it was the most common phone call he receives. I guess that's why they have cameras for backing up now.
My husband was more concerned about me.
I burst out laughing that I live in a place where the cows get out.
I am so very lucky to live in such a place. The cows get out and mess up traffic. What a fabulous problem!
I am an artist who has a supporting crew of two dogs, three cats, a parrot, some ducks and a pond full of fish for inspiration. My husband, Erik, is technical advisor. My studio is bright and cheery and I spend time every day making something.