Pieces, some together, some scattered


It’s been a bit since my last post and I wanted to give you guys and gals an update.  It’s got kind of serious around here lately and with good reason but I do want to start to move back toward the funny since that is kind of what I started this blog for.  To make the things that make me miserable, funny.  To ease the effect that they have on me.  To take away their strength.

This situation with the VA is a work in progress, and since that inquiry via writing my Congressman is currently active and ongoing, I won’t say too much about it except to say that the person that is representing my interests seems to be very enthusiastic, very concerned with my concerns and thus far, consistently been a man of his word.  I hope to be able to post some good news here about my employment future very soon.

Physically, I am whole and feeling well again.  The emotional healing will take a bit longer, but that is to be expected.  I have been communicating with my family, Denise and Liz on a regular basis and am thankful to have the support of so many people around me as well as at a distance.

I am putting the pieces back together and I’m mentally getting stronger in order to continue that fight.

On a lighter, yet still kinda shitty note, my car got into an accident yesterday.

Yes, I said that correctly.  My car did, I didn’t.

I was in the grocery store at the time.

I’m still not clear as to what actually happened, all I know is that the driver was not arrested for drunk driving.

He was a little, 79 year old man named Festus.

No, I’m not kidding.

In what I can only describe as a high speed attempt to turn two parking spaces into three, he managed to jam his big, white Mercedes in between two cars, scattering them and in the process damaging a grand total of 5 cars NOT counting his.

So to do the math for you . . . 6 car pile up – 1 occupied vehicle.

Ok, 2 occupied vehicles and that little girl got lucky as hell.

I’ll let ya see the carnage:

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What you see there is obviously the displaced Mercedes (that’s Festus in the pink shirt).  The car to the left of the Mercedes got the worst of the impact and you can see my car (the red one) in front of that one as the brown car is now halfway into my parking space.

It wasn’t when I got there.

Now on the other side . . .

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Clearly the other space was occupied as well, by the brown Impala owned by the gentleman in the scooter.  That car was shoved to the side and forward into the truck in front of it and the dark gray Scion on the other side of it.

I mentioned a lucky young girl . . . that would be the girl you see in the yellow shirt who owns the dark gray Scion.  She had just pulled in and was about to get out of the car.  Couple of seconds difference and she would have been standing between the cars.

But nobody was hurt and that is the important part.

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Damage-wise, I didn’t come out too awful bad.  The nose is going to have to be replaced, one of the fog lights and the license plate bracket, but nothing mechanical was damaged.  The radiator is intact and nothing is leaking so I’m still drivable.

The brunt of the damage on my car went to my old buddy, Skully.  My skull license tag I had wired up so the eyes lit up.  I had to extricate him from inside the nose assembly.  He has most definitely taken his last ride.

The "remains", as it were.
The “remains”, as it were.

Now, I’ve spent a large portion of the day trying to get in touch with my Insurance claims person.  I figured I’m supposed to let my insurance company get in touch with Festus’ insurance company.  That’s what we pay them to do, right?  The entire thing should be a no-brainer, but if I’ve learned anything it’s that most “no-brainer” shit can be turned into a gigantic clusterfuck when the proper amount of stupid is added.

I did get some good news as to some things that are moving forward with the VA yesterday morning, so all in all, the best I can say for yesterday is that I’ve had better days, and I’ve had worse.  I’ll try to be better about keeping you all updated, but as I said earlier, I’m not going to say much about the Congressional Inquiry until that is over and done with so my news may be minimal until then.

I’m ok and getting better.  That’s about the best I can give you right now.  Still struggling, but getting stronger.  The mental repair is both the hardest and longest part of the process, but I’ll get there.

I thank all of you readers who have stuck by and commented and shown concern as well.  You are all amazing people and your comments have been read one and all, despite my not necessarily answering them.  Through you all, I find even more strength.


Rest in peace, Skully.  You have shined in so many rear view mirrors and will be missed.
Rest in peace, Skully. You have shined in so many rear view mirrors and will be missed.