Well readers, it has been a minute since I last sat in front of this blinking cursor. Let’s just say like my grandma used to say, God required me to ‘sit down’ for a minute.
The genesis for this came in the form of a rear end accident that occurred almost 2 years ago while I was parked at the local post office…yes, I believe in snail mail…even have all my hate mail/bills directed to a PO box that I check periodically.
I had just left said establishment and was sitting in my car perusing the latest edicts from AARP…10 Best Places to Retire (if you have money, of course) when a loud boom followed by a forceful slamming of my venerable ’99 vehicle assaulted my body.
The perpetrator of this action was a delivery van backing into my unmoving vehicle (I did say I was parked didn’t I?) at a rather high speed for said parking lot. I saw the lady parked next to me running from her car with a look of fear on her face and because of the times we live in assumed it was some type of attack being rained down on said PO…maybe a worker gone postal even…outside of the building.
Or perhaps, it was some type of random assault in which I was the starring victim. But imagination aside, it turned out to be an errant driver-in-a-hurry whose actions turned me into an “accident victim” resulting in long hours lying on heating pads, mildly addicting pain meds and muscle relaxants, endless visits to physical agony (oops) therapy sessions and even a deja vue experience standing in a courtroom pleading my case to an understanding judge.
The legal wrangling alone is worth a Blog, but I was warned by my legal mouthpiece to refrain from discussing my case while it was pending. And it is now just a mere 2 years later that this ‘case’ has been resolved and I am able to find my voice again.
did she just say that she hasn’t written a blog in almost 2 years because she had a court case pending? girl please…
Well, reader, I wish I could say I was “richer and wiser” because of the experience. What I can say is that my 60 something year old neck/ back will never be the same again and I think I have PTSD for the Post Office. So much in fact that I just signed up online to pay my yearly PO box fee. Now, if I could figure out how to get them to mail me the contents of my always bulging box. Hmm, that might be a way to save snail mail.
Well, it’s approaching daylight….no, my insomnia has not disappeared…and I will bid adieu to you.
I hope that you will allow me to visit your inbox sometimes when my creative juices are flowing. As always, I look forward to your comments. What is a writer without a reader.
But guys, be kind, like Ericka Badu said…I’m an artist and sensitive about my sh*t!