Sunday Morning Post (V.2, #6): The Odd Week

Apologies for not posting last week, but I was otherwise detained with getting an oil change for my car. Besides, truth be told, I couldn’t come up with a worthy topic to save my life before Sunday noon (my self-imposed deadline) approached.

The week since then was both very sad and very good at this end.  The sad part: last Monday morning around 1:30a, Warrior Queen heard three “booms” in quick succession from the street in front of our house.  Three police cars, two ambulances and three fire trucks parked in front of our house as they cleaned up and investigated a one car crash across the street from our house.  WQ also heard the sound of a woman yelling loudly.  I was awakened and could see the accident from our second-floor window.  I could see a telephone pole snapped in half and the crushed remains of a vehicle just beyond the pole.  It did not look good.

I spoke to my next-door neighbor a few days later and he filled me in on the details. A car went out of control, ran over a neighbor’s mail box (first boom), snapped the telephone pole (second boom) and finally hit a large tree in another neighbor’s yard (third boom). The driver was killed and the driver’s girlfriend survived with injuries. It was her voice WQ heard trying to get to her boyfriend, although we think the police were able to talk her out of doing that.  All of the first responders did their job quickly, took the girlfriend away in an ambulance, towed the car off the neighbor’s lawn and were all gone within an hour.

In the days since then we have witnessed several groups of people stop by, park in our and our neighbor’s driveways and, at the peril of their own lives on our busy street, and pay their respects at the scene of the accident.   The groups built a highway memorial with flowers, cards and mylar balloons at the base of the tree.  We had a few rainy days this week which I would have thought would mar the memorial, but a full week later the makeshift shrine still seems to be in one piece. No one would even know what happened here (the telephone pole and mailbox were both replaced within a few days) if it were not for the memorial at the tree.

On a much brighter note was our lunch with Mistress Maddie yesterday in King of Prussia.   We all had a good filling lunch at one of the better Italian restaurants in the area, accompanied by at least one alcoholic beverage. Truth be told, two of us had more than one alcoholic beverage, but that was not enough to impair anyone’s senses.

Unfortunately, we committed a social media faux pas.  We forgot to take a photo suitable for blog posting while we ate.  Sorry everyone, but you’ll just have to take my word for it.  We had a fabulous time!

(Thank you for reading.  Thank you, Mistress, for the homemade challah bread.  It did make a good French toast.)