I stopped over last night to visit my stepfather in the hospital. He was sleeping. I went downstairs to call my Mom to see what the story was. Apparently, they took care of some stuff and he is on the mend. That was good news.
However, it turns out that my brother had an accident earlier that day and totaled his car. He was unharmed. My brother + white car + winter = this can only end in tears.
Mom and my brother held off on mentioning the car woes to my stepfather, so as not to stress him out.
Mom dropped off my brother and his friend Karen at a nearby church because Karen was in the sing along version of Handel’s Messiah. Apparently, Mom also had a small car accident after my brother. The guy that she hit had Pagan in his name. (“See??”, I said, “You Christians ARE out to get us.”) It sounds like there was no major harm done.
I explained to Mom that I would have to cut the call short to go and wrap my car in a few layers of bubble wrap. (Or I might have said something like “Keep your bad luck to yourselves, you jinxes!” Whatever.) I was scheduled to drop off my car to be inspected this morning.
Since the church was only a few blocks away, I walked over to hear the rest of the performance and offer my brother and Karen a ride home. The performance was very nice. Karen was wearing heels and was nervous about falling on the icy sidewalk, so my brother and I each proffered an arm and walked her back. It was quite a few blocks since I had parked a few blocks away on the other side of town before going to the hospital. We got back okay.
Deb and I are working on putting the newsletter to bed for tonight in a rather abbreviated layout period. I am juggling a few things, but it is really her putting in the hard work at this point. We had some weirdness with the printer, so it was hard to get a proof copy. I will probably need to poke around a bit.
I stopped by our graphics designer to grab the USB flash drive with a revised ad en route to dropping off. (Because I was going to be without a car, and I figured that I could always email the proof from work.) When I went to drive away, the driver’s door was not staying closed. “Crap!” I thought.
However, a few blocks later, I was able to get it to close and it seemed fine. I did ask the garage to check the door out.
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