As I write this next part, I realize that it's probably going to be news to Erica. Hey, Erica, guess what? Yesterday, Mom left work early so that she could get home and take a walk before the sun went down. But on the way home, she hit a deer. Mom is completely unhurt, the deer got up and ran away, but the car is far from fine. The front left headlight is smashed, the hood and the side of the car are dented, the rearview mirror is gone, the driver's side door won't open, and the driver's seatbelt won't unwind anymore. Mom and Dad took it into the dealership today, and I guess that they're going to decide whether or not to get it fixed. (I suppose it's a good thing that she didn't buy a brand new car last month when she was talking about it.) Until then, Mom's driving the van. Lucky her, especially as it's just starting to get cold, and the van takes forever to even approach anything nearing warmth.
Speaking of cold, there was frost on my car this morning and it made me mad. I always get angry the first time I have to scrape the windshield. I distinctly remember complaining about it to John and Debbie at about this time last year when I had to report to the airport at some ungodly hour. They just laughed at me.
Speaking of . . . well . . . me, the three little old guys who founded the company were at our location today and told us (the two of us who work at the reception desk) that they and the senior vice president and some other major important people had had a meeting last week which included a discussion of what a good job we do. This baffles me, as I really don't feel that I'm doing anything revolutionary in terms of phone-answering. But hey, I'm not one to complain about compliments, no matter how much they confuse me.
To sum up: Lilac candle=good; mom hits a deer=bad; frost on windshield=irritating; compliments=good but baffling
current mood: lilac
current music: "A Simple Desultory Phillipic (or How I Was MacNamara-ed Into Submission" - Simon and Garfunkel
