When I woke up on Saturday morning, I, as well as the average person wouldn't, never thought I would hear the words 'brick' and 'car' in the same sentence. It is always interesting to have a certain idea in your head, but the Lord's plan happens to be totally different. That is the bottom-line of my day. As Sally and I slowly come back to consciousness from the fantastic sleep from the night before, my neighbor is strolling in from her morning walk with her pup. I heard her voice and the screen door swing open, so I sneak a peek through the peep hole. I was pretty excited at this point. I thought she was just coming over for a quick hello. I was terribly wrong. She was only dropping by to inform the owner of the silver car on the street of an unfortunate event - a brick has been thrown through the rear windshield. I claim the poor vehicle and join her outside to take a gander at the damage. This is what I see:
Wonderful, huh? So, before noon I had had cops over at Ashby House, Jehovah's Witnesses trying to convert Sally and myself, and spent an hour and a half on the phone with AllState. Once I found out that I would not be getting a new window until Monday. So, we tarped up my car temporarily. Here's the result:
Luckily, Walt Rae, and her friend Rachel were coming to help me get things in order inside the house. I didn't have to worry about driving around too much until Sunday. I'm extremely thankful for such wonderful people who agreed to pick me up and drop me off. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to get to Shandon for my favorite time of the week, help out at the Welcome Week meeting, or enjoy a fabulous night of dinner and trivia with some pretty cool folks.
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