It was not my best week, but not for the reasons you might think. Monday started off a bit rough. At the end of the day, I wondered why I was teaching art and that I would not want to do this again next year. Tuesday was better, and I thought, "Okay. I'm gonna make it."
Wednesday, a raccoon on a suicide mission ran out on the highway in front of my car. I barely saw him before impact. Raccoon are so cute, I felt bad about killing one. When I got to school and saw the damage done to the passenger side front fender and under pinning, I wanted to go back and hit that raccoon again. The underpinning stuff was all broken and hanging loose. The driving light was knocked back into the wheel-well. The fender was popped loose. A mess!
Since I was suppose to go to WF after school to take Mom to a new doctor, I had to call Toby and switch cars with him at lunch. He said to meet him at the park on the highway in Comanche. Little did we know that the park is the lunch hangout for all the high school hoodlums. The parking lot was full of pick-up trucks and fast cars and kids racing their engines. I asked Toby if he was ever so stupid, and he said, "I still am!" Toby and I sat there eating our lunch with me trying not to see what was going on around me. I didn't want to know. See that kid in the leather jacket and tie? I'm pretty sure he does not go to our high school and is probably a drug dealer.
Fortunately, lunch is only about 40 minutes, so the kids all roared their engines and raced off. I asked Toby if he wanted to make-out now that all the kids were gone. Big grin. Anyway, we switched cars. As I was buckling myself into Toby's car, I hear this engine roaring. Looking over at Toby, he was grinning and racing the engine of my car. Silly boy.
My trip to WF actually went well. I think Mom will really like this new doctor. The new doc set Mom up for a driving test with an occupational therapist. She also set Mom up to have a test on her memory - all in hopes of her driving again. I hope she fails her driving test and passes her memory test.
Thursday Toby told me that my car was fine to drive to work - that the underpinning was okay.
Well, it was not. About half way to school, the underpinning started dragging. Of course I called Toby, who was deeply into his work compartment. He said for me to go home and get the truck. But I really did not have time to go home and get the truck. I was halfway to school. If I went back, I would be late and not be able to get art stuff set up. I was freakin' out. He was not helpful. So I did what any farm girl would do. I got out and worked on the underpinning. I managed to get it propped up well enough to get me to school. Then when I was a ways down the very narrow road, I met a pick-up truck coming towards me. As we passed, I heard a huge bang against my car. What the heck!? Both the truck and I stopped. I thought maybe the truck had hit me someway. But no, the truck driver said, "Wow, that was a huge coyote! He ran in front of me and hit you!" Sure enough! A huge dead coyote lay on the road. I never saw him coming. And my front driver's side fender was dented and broken. My door pops when I open it. Another fine mess! I went back and kicked the dead coyote for good measure.
Now both sides of my car were crunched thanks to suicidal animals.I drove the truck on Friday in case any deer were feeling depressed and wanting to end it all. A bird did fly into the grill - good grief! At least it did not cause any damage. If I had been in my car, the whole front end would probably have fallen off. Next week, I am driving a tank.