OK, my mini trip south is over.
Back to the frozen north, and my regular routine.
I will miss my friend, Linda, and our daily walks, even in the rain.
When we left the hotel this morning, at 6:40am, in Allentown, PA, I was sideswiped by a tractor trailer. We were both stopped at the traffic light, and unlike most trucks that make huge and wide turns, he just cranked left, and practically ripped the back of my car off.
It was scary, and noisy, but didn't do as much damage as I thought.
I tried to catch him, honking my horn, but he stepped on the gas. He had no intention of stopping.
I had to stop, to investigate the noise coming from the back of my car. The metal that he ripped off, was bent into the tire, so we had to bend it back before we could proceed.
While it is upsetting, we weren't hurt. It's just a car, after all.
First order of business, when we got home, was to get Bart from the vet's. He was apparently not very cooperative while he was there, and crowed so much they were happy to see him go.
He was very quiet in the car on the way back to the studio. When he got there though, he was a happy boy.
It must have been a nightmare, no wonder he wasn't cooperative.
Home with his girls now, back to normal.
I have a huge list of things to do.
But first, I need to do some weaving.