An interesting essay about the day : https://theamericanscholar.org/what-colu
So, you want "Indigenous Peoples Day", you already have it. It's called Columbus Day.
Yes-, state troopers, tow service, and my car insurance are already on the case.
More to sort out as we go - I've never hit/been hit a kamakazi deer before.
But I think my poor ole' car has very likely seen its last trip; 10 years, 203k miles +/-.
Yes - this could have been so much much worse.
It's bad - but the 'what if's' aren't worth adding up.
It was just after 2:15am or so on IN-74 mile marker exit 52...out of 68 (my turn off to safety). I'd nearly clipped one earlier in the trek, so I was on the lookout best I could and was keeping both hands on the wheel and eyes open.
The deer came out of absolute nowhere, flipped over my car, filled my windshield, and apparently vanished.
I did not roll my car bringing it to a stop - and landed the car in the center median off the highway, with no headlights (or much front end left) to speak of.
Overall - I am totally and entirely freaked out and alternating between being punchy, and kinda really hacked off, shocky, and sleepy as its 5/6AM now.
And not even any Venison to show for it (state troopers looked, and were at least certain it wasn't still on the highway where it was a road hazard... we're not sure where it went, but it did leave two points of antler broken off in/through my windshield).
Guessing coyotes or hunters will get it before long.
But otherwise, yes- I'm about as well "okay" as anyone can be in this situation for the moment and aside from dealing with the paperwork and the whole car thing - going to try to have as nice a weekend as I can (and still try to be useful too) per the plans that brought me out here ...
Heck - It can only go up from here, right?"
“I should have thought there was no doubt about that!”
“Aye, but ye misunderstand me. The question is whether she is a grumbler, or only a grumble. If there is a real woman—even the least trace of one—still there inside the grumbling, it can be brought to life again. If there’s one wee spark under all those ashes, we’ll blow it till the whole pile is red and clear. But if there’s nothing but ashes we’ll not go on blowing them in our own eyes forever. They must be swept up.”
“But how can there be a grumble without a grumbler?”
“The whole difficulty of understanding Hell is that the thing to be understood is so nearly Nothing.”
Somewhere, that failure of empathy, that self-absoprtion, crept into him and others. Or maybe he *does* notice the injustice and misery of others but something deep in him reacts with hurt that flares into rage by the time it reaches the surface and only has sarcasm and mockery for any making even an oblique attempt to help it. I don't know. I'd like to think the good man he was is still in there somewhere. In all of them really.
The post by Stonekettle Station's Jim Wright expresses my reaction to many of the syptoms at least, what the author calls "endless litany of pessimism and bitter grumblings fleshed out with the latest NRA hysteria, TEA Party conspiracy theories, Fox News lunacy, and silly chainmail nonsense."
His post on Benghazi (http://www.stonekettle.com/2013/05/bengh
Not that I can tell my dad any of that. Not only contradiction, but even merely a demur from the GOP/Fox party line and the mere suggestion of some basic fact-checking drives him up the wall. So very sad. I can hope somehow he will recover claity of mind and heart, but I am increasingly doubtful especially with an industry and party dedicated to catering to and inflaming all these dark passions.