Every year a guy from Maine donates thousands of wreaths to lay in Arlington. Good man, good idea. Just wanted to share.

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Hubs comes to visit!

With the help of lots of caffeine, Hubs drove all the way to visit me on Friday night, AFTER a full school day, and some extra PT. I stayed awake until he got here (at about 3am CST), and then passed out.

We had a lovely weekend, with a drive to a nearby city every day. Hubs expressed some delight at seeing HIS stuff, rather than the hotel room furniture that usually surrounds a weekend off. It was good to have him here. Even though it was a short visit, now that he’s been here, it feels like home.

Ma is coming out to visit me on Wednesday!

Pics below are of my surprise visit with Hubs’ sister and her family. Baby G is the center of all attention, of course. M entertained her (and me) with a high-energy dance. Good times had by all.

RIP: Horse; 8/5/07 to 12/5/07

I think we can all agree that it’s awesome I’m alive and able to make light of this situation. Please don’t be fooled by my cavalier demeanor; I’m freaking out about a number of things right now including but not limited to a) my severely inhibited range of motion, b) my newfound dependence on Motrin, c) anxiety attacks when any driver is following me closer than 100 yards back, d) two people, 8 hours apart, sharing 1 vehicle, e) brand new (amazing) car = toast.

For those of you not too familiar with the story, I shall take you though it, briefly, using the diagram below.

Start: Rae (driving in unfamiliar San Antonio to get her car checked out and Texas inspected at a CERTIFIED DEALERSHIP) stops (in the slow lane) at a stop light. She checks her rearview mirror, and sees a brand new yellow school-bus coming up behind her, way too fast. She thinks, “I’m going to get hit.”

2: Rae (already hit) finds herself past the intersection, in the fast lane, headed for the median. Steers toward the shoulder.

3: Bus pulls over to the shoulder. Hood is up.

4: Rae, on shoulder, puts Horse in neutral, engages the parking break, checks for her phone and opens the car door. Remembers her keys, gets out of the car. Calls 911.

While on the phone with 911 (picking glass off her face, noticing blood on her clothes), actually looks back at Horse. Rear view is not encouraging. Gets off the phone with 911, sits down in the grass. People start to flock.

Stories of note (so I don’t forget):

–When being treated by EMTs at the scene, they ask me why my plates are NJ plates. I explain that I just moved to Texas 6 days ago. They all emit a groan, then the lady holding my head says, “oh honey, Texas is better than this.”

–At some point during the hubbub on the ground, a good 5 to 10 minutes after I’m out of the car, the school-bus driver walks up and says, “are you OK?”

–On the ambulance, before it leaves the scene, I ask an EMT to get my camera and take a picture of my car. He gives me the eyebrow face and assures me that the insurance inspector will take car of that. I tell him, “but sir, I need a shot for my scrapbook.” {Photos above courtesy of random EMT.}

–I made a nurse at the ER look at the pictures of Horse.

Final thoughts:–The bus was brand new, being delivered to its home school district by a transport company. No kids.

–I got 2 days of QT with Hubs’ sister and her family, which never would have happened otherwise. They were awesome.

–I’m alive. Sweet.

rae’s on her own

Back from a weekend jaunt in beautiful New Mexico, I’m working on assembling the last of the Ikea furniture. Slow and sporadic is my MO today. I’m inspired by how TOGETHER the bedroom looks with all the furniture as it should be (rather than piled against walls). But now I have to open box after box, and fold clothes after clothes. Bleh. I think I’ll take a million billion pictures so I can track my progress.