…of a teenage driver.
Yesterday, just as I was about to eat my lunch (hadn’t eaten anything yet, was too busy to eat breakfast), my phone rang. I saw that it was Dobby, who had just left for school, and thought maybe she had forgotten something. I steeled myself for the inevitable argument – I’m pretty firm that if she forgets something she’s on her own now that she’s in college – and picked up the phone. Here is the beginning of the conversation:
Dobby: “Mom? MOM! I JUST REAR-ENDED SOMEONE! YOU HAVE TO COME NOW!!”
Me: “Are you okay?”
Me: (well, I knew her LUNGS were okay at that point) “Okay, well, first you need to calm down…”
…and that’s when the screaming started. *sigh* Apparently, telling her to calm down ‘made everything worse’ and she started yelling even more. Thank GSD the officer on the scene calmed her down and the people in front of her were calm about it or who knows what would have happened to her.
So, of course, I (unshowered and unfed) jumped in the Jeep to go rescue her. When I got there, everyone else was gone and the car appeared driveable so she followed me home. Thankfully, it was an uneventful trip and she kept at least three car lengths between us the entire time. ;o)
When we got back, the first thing she said to me was, “Mom…are you mad?” I did what any quick-thinking mom would do and answered, “no…just disappointed.” Which is the truth. I’m not sure how much she is truly at fault since the person at the front of the line was only 18 and odds are she slammed on the brakes to make a last minute turn. I’m also trying to remind myself that she’s had her license for two years and it could have been worse. She could have gotten into an accident the day she got her license. ;o) Dobby then got to see me GET mad when I tried to reach the insurance company and the agent and couldn’t get a person on the line (which, btw, is why I’m SWITCHING) and then had to jump through all the lovely hoops they put in front of you when your daughter gets in a car accident while driving a car that is still in your name. Fun times.
Want to see the damage?
It’s better than it was. Roger put on his ‘hillbilly body shop’ hat last night and bent it back mostly to where it was pre-impact (you should have seen him jumping up and down on the bumper, it was pretty funny…sorry I forgot the camera). Dobby will be calling the junkyard today to see if she can get a new headlight. I’m sure a new car is in the cards for her eventually but what’s the point getting her a new car now right before it starts snowing? She might as well beat the hell out of this one for a few more months…
…possibly you’re not however, I don’t want to be completely boring on Fridays so this week I give you…
…a flower bud.
Looks kind of alien, doesn’t it? This is one of my tree peonies – I call this one, “The One on the Left” because I forgot to label it when I planted it. This has been one stubborn plant. I put it in the ground five years ago (? – possibly longer) and it only JUST started flowering last year. The best part? I don’t remember what color it was last year so this year I’ll be surprised all over again! ;o)
In other knitting news, I’m plugging along on my Mr. GreenJeans (or Mr. Good Luck as I’m calling it on Ravelry) and have just begun working on the cables. Pictures after the weekend!
In blogworld news, Jess has started up Summer of Socks ’08! You can read more about it and sign up here.
Oh and I have other exciting news to share: after searching for a full day – and having several panic attacks – I found the Wing of the Moth shawl that I knit for Dobby last year for Prom. Why was I searching, you ask? Because Prom is next Friday and I was told she *had* to have it. (she also didn’t give me enough notice to knit something new. It’s also entirely possible that this was a test that I *could* find it since I wouldn’t let her keep it in her pile room last year.) I was so flippin’ happy when I found it that I started yelling and dancing around with the zip bag in my hand. I’ve possibly done some permanent mental damage to the dogs. and RR. ;op HOWEVER I will NOT be getting the ‘Worlds Worst Mom’ award this year. Yay me! ;o)
Dobby spent last week in London with some of her classmates and two of her teachers. She says she had a great time and saw lots of things – and even more important, she missed my cooking! ;o) When I said in my last post that she ‘survived’ Fish & Chips I meant it. She h-a-t-e-s fish. Loves fries with vinegar, but the fish she can live without. However, the teachers picked the right night to feed the kids the fish – it was the first night they got there and they hadn’t eaten anything in (like) forever so they were STARVING. She says she ate the whole thing. ;o)
She took over 300 pictures – I’m going to share 15 of them with you. Just click on the picture below and you’ll be taken to the album.
Let me know which ones are your favorites! If anyone is interested in reading about what the group did while they were there, the trip diary can be found here.
…and no, I’m not talking about Dobby. Let me start from the beginning. Last week, this is where I was on the CPH:
Please note in the back of the photo that the working yarn is tucked nicely into a plastic bag. At that time, Jazz still had her elizabethan collar on from getting spayed (no, I didn’t take a picture. I know, shameful lapse on my part – but she was just too pitiful and I just couldn’t exploit it. I know, I suck, I’m sorry. ;o) ). She couldn’t chew on anything because she couldn’t reach it to get purchase. (Smart doggie figured out that if she tucked her chew bone between the couch cushions she could chew away. My couch will never be the same) She had the collar taken off on Friday and has been bouncing off the walls since. I worked on the back portion all week and managed to reach the arm decreases Sunday night while watching Northanger Abbey. At this point, I was at a new ball of yarn. I didn’t tuck it into the plastic bag since I thought it would be safe in my knitting basket. Monday, RR and I had a few errands to run so we left the dogs (and my knitting) in Dobby’s capable hands. When we got home I was greeted with this sight:
The note says, “Jazz got into your yarn while I was in the shower – I left it here because I didn’t know what to do!” (smart kid, eh?) Thank God she only chewed the yarn ball (apparently they have good ‘mouth feel’ – this isn’t the first time she’s done this) and left the knitting alone. It probably saved her life:
I’ve been carefully pulling lengths from the mess to knit and it’s working so far. What have I done to correct this ‘mouth feel’ issue? Well, since I found a somewhat molested hank of BFL on the couch last night, I guess the baby gate will be a permanent fixture on the door to the fiber room. *sigh* In other fiberey news, I’ve finished the ‘Grinchy’ yarn that I showed you last week:
4oz of BFL from Spunky Eclectic = 275 yds of sport-ish weight 3ply
Yes, the green is as electric as it looks – kind of retina-burning in fact – but it works well with the pink.
…and in even MORE fibery news, I used one skein of the Shibui Sock in ‘Honey’ to create a pair of socks on the CSM for my Aunt:
Nice and simple. She says wool makes her itch but I refuse to believe it until she’s tried these. She’s never had hand-knit socks (or cranked socks) before and as far as I’m concerned, there is nothing like merino on your feet (unless it’s cashmere – or silk). ;o)