Ah, summer fun! I mentioned before that I would have quite the summer, and 2013 is no exception.
It started off with a bang.
A car accident. The mighty, mighty Volvo was rear-ended by a young girl texting. Ouch! I was in Nashua sitting in traffic when I was hit. I was ok, the Volvo was not. Luckily it was just bumper damage, but I was angry. Get off your phone! As I stepped in the ambulance to have my neck and back checked, I hoped those driving by noticed that I was wearing what my mom refers to as my "Wizard of Oz" shoes - bright red with gold heels.
What did I learn from this? My novel deals with a girl in a car accident, and my own memories of being hit when I was younger came back quickly. The sound of metal. That fear as my head went forward at the steering wheel. The anger. The fear that I was really hurt as my whole body ached right after the accident. But above all, the thankfulness that I was ok.
So life goes on... And back in the Volvo I hop!
What have I been up to? I'm back on the dating scene. I few years ago I read a book titled 51/50, a book in which a woman goes on fifty-one dates in fifty weeks. I thought that would be an admirable thing when I first hit the dating scene years ago, and like the author, I could find out a lot about myself. No thanks. Yes, I've met some nice people (doesn't everyone say that when they're dating?). But shall I tell you about the guy whose photo was a blond, blue-eyed dude, described as tall and who showed up? A George Costanza look-alike. He downed five beers in less than two hours. Hop in the Volvo and drive!
OK, ok. I won't be negative about the experience after that one odd one. I am meeting very cool people who are extremely interesting. Like Kristen McGuiness in 51/50, am I learning more about myself? Of course. Don't we learn more about ourselves with each and every person we meet?
LilyCat. My beloved, sweet Lily. I learned from her that you can sit on a bed all day and do nothing and still be happy. That may sound trite, but I don't think so at all. Lily was eleven years old, and was diagnosed with diabetes. For a week I tried to give her insulin shots twice a day. She had special food. Yet still Lily was drinking so much water and ruining my house. At the end she had a reaction to the insulin, and I made the most difficult of decisions to put her down. I hated being an adult at that moment. Dads went with me, and Lily went to...sleep. I would like to think of it that way, instead of referring to myself as the "cat killer" as I did at Starbucks afterwards with Dads. I'm trying to still justify it in so many ways - her reaction to the diabetes, how awful she looked, and her fear when I gave her the shots. Lily began to run each time she saw me. I will remember her purr, as she curled up with me on my bad during my saddest of moments. Love you, LilyCat.
Three different experiences, one summer. And it's only mid-July.
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