I finished my blog post, read a dose of online news, and bundled up to go for a ride down to OB for some post-Christmas Christmas gifts and some more fodder on "San Diego Discoveries" for my blog. I hadn't gone far when this mess that you see in the picture occurred. No fault of my own and no injuries ... at least no human injuries. I was stopped to turn left to get onto 163 when another vehicle did a u-turn right into my front door. I turned my head and looked straight at the woman slowly turn right into my vehicle and continue turning until she had effectively crunched and scratched her way across the entire front side of the very first car I'd purchased and paid off entirely on my own. There was nowhere for me to go and all I could do was stare at her in disbelief as she proceeded, unperturbed, to roll her own car forward and off the road, allowing me enough room to pull off into a nearby alleyway.
I spent the rest of the day at home, not wanting to drive my car until the following morning when I was scheduled to take it to Progressive. I was afraid that perhaps the wheel had been pushed out of alignment and I would do more damage by driving it. Besides, I can no longer open the driver's door from the outside and I wasn't keen on the idea of people watching me climb into the driver's seat via the the passenger door and drive off in a mangled car. I mentally kicked myself for deciding to put work off to the afternoon to go shopping beforehand. Of course, had I decided to work I would have driven the same path to get to the lab and thereby placed myself in the path of destruction once more. But maybe kharmic forces would have changed fate had I prioritized mundane office work over gift-buying?
Needless to say, no major decisions were made yesterday. I woke up early this morning to an alarm of radio static (what happened to NPR?) and a sick sense of dread that took a moment for me to place. Oh right, I'm back in San Diego and I have a mangled car, no post-Christmas gifts, and the unsettling sound of static is blaring on my bedside table. Good morning, sunshine! A breakfast of oatmeal and a half-hour of The Daily Show streaming on my laptop while I drink coffee put me in better sorts.
Decision of the day: Should I buy a TV? On the rental car radio during my drive back from Progressive the second time (the first time I got all the way home and realized I'd left the garage door opener in my car) I heard an alarming statistic that over 50,000 San Diegoans are not prepared to make the switch from analog to digital TV in February. OMG. The reporter sounded shocked and horrified and played a quote from some media guy from San Diego who said "You can't afford NOT to make this switch. You will miss out on life-saving information if you don't switch to digital. You live in an area that is plagued by fires, earthquakes, and floods. If you don't have a TV, how will you ever be prepared for these disasters?" What about those of us that don't even have TVs, much less analog ones? Apparently this idea had never occurred to the radio broadcasters. Funny that. Well, I mentally responded to the broadcaster, there is the little-known, bastard sister of the TV that we call 'radio' and if you want to keep your job, I suggest you remember that. I guess I'll stick with my static for now.
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