Still Raining, Outlook Sunny?

Dec 17, 2003

I woke yesterday morning to a knock at my door. I might not have heard it if it were not for the dog. I’m not normally expecting visitors at 6:15 am.

I wandered downstairs in my very own sleep-induced walk and fumbled for the light switch. The Christmas tree lit up. That wasn’t exactly what I was going for. A flurried, and useless, look through the peephole revealed nothing of my visitor. I decided to take my chances and open the door. I had my ferocious dog to protect me. If there was danger, maybe he would lick it to death.

Danger did not lurk on the other side but what did was a good view of why I was awoken from my sleep. “I hit your car,” were the words that greeted me. Our truck had received a bit of a spanking, courtesy of a neighbor who couldn’t be bothered to scrape the ice off her windows; a simple porthole is not enough. “I’ll be back,” I said as I hurried upstairs for a pair of sweatpants.

Today we discovered the truck was undrivable. The tailpipe is bent over backwards. I spent the morning waiting for a rental car. I could hardly contain my excitement over the tiny Chevy Cavalier the family will be limited to this Christmas season. Is there a kicker to this whole episode? Yep. It turns out the neighbor was uninsured. Here comes Mr. Deductible. A very uncomfortable, but necessary, visit to the neighbor’s house will be in order.

All this came on the heels of a hellish weekend. The whole Wootton family got sick this weekend. The wife and child were very sick, as was I for a while. The result was a very quick indoctrination to real parenting. The flu epidemic got us and got us good. Thankfully, the worst seems to be over. We’re barely carriers of the plague anymore! Not only can we breathe easy, we can breathe.

On the (kind of) upside, we picked out a new front door today. It’s just one of the several projects to come at our home. The old door is beaten to hell and sports the oddest door handle I’ve ever seen. Someone mentioned to me the other day that if a thief ever got in our house, they’d never figure out how to leave; the handle would have them puzzled for hours. We’re hoping the new door is better at stopping thieves from getting in, not out.

I’m taking a weatherman’s approach (i.e. I’m making a wild guess) towards the future. I’m hoping I have time to finish Christmas shopping in between the phone calls to the bank, contractors, bodyshops, and insurance companies. I’m really looking forward to Christmas itself, despite the fact that the house looks much like all the king’s horses and all the king’s men are still standing around discussing the remains of a Mr. Humpty Dumpty. We’ll take our lumps and make sugar. And maybe if I whine long enough that’ll be just what we need to make a batch of the wife’s cookies.

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