I had so much fun on Saturday -- and it all ended in a painful adventure. But first, let me share my Mother's Day Saturday with you!
Five lovely ladies from the church and I went to an English Tea at the Gaither Studios on Saturday morning. The English Tea was held in Alexandria, Indiana. We were delighted to find out that the entire town of Alexandria was having garage sales that day! So we had fun shopping before and after the tea. We looked a little silly all dressed up for the tea going to the garage sales, but it was fun.
The tea was fabulous. There was strawberry soup, little cucumber and dill sandwiches, tiny chicken salad sandwiches, meat roll ups, cracker melts and the most delicious scones and clotted cream I've ever had in my life. (That's because it was the first time in my life I had ever had scones and clotted cream!)
Our speaker was sculptor, Judy Gibson King. She sculpts humorous, but touching Biblical characters out of polymer clay and they are fabulous. My favorite one is Jonah hanging half outside the whale with a look of shock on his face, his mouth set in a perfect "O".
After the tea, we did some garage sale-ing and got home around 5:30 PM. My husband had gone to Ft. Wayne for a ball game on his motorcycle, and wanted me to meet him there. Ft. Wayne is 45 minutes from where we live. I've never ridden in that kind of traffic and gone that far away on my bike alone before. But, I did it.
I managed not to get plowed over by a car that pulled out right in front of me on one of the rural roads. It really frightened me, but I handled it. I was really, really glad I handled it.
Then, on a city street in Ft. Wayne, a big touring bus was pulling into my lane. I wasn't sure he saw me, and I wasn't exactly behind him, and I couldn't slow down and there was nowhere else for me to go. I wasn't sure I was in his blind spot or not, so I sped up and went past him. That really gave me the willies.
Now, I want you to notice something -- I'm in complete gear, and twice I have almost had my life flash before my eyes.
I met my husband at Walmart, we bought the kids some clothes, and then we went to Best Buy and he bought me a pink nano ipod for Mother's day! I was shocked! (I had to act shocked again on Sunday when the kids gave it to me!)
Then, we went out for dinner, and by the time we had to go home, it was dark. I hate riding my motorcycle in the dark, especially on long, boring, dark, unlit rural roads. I am just so paranonid that someone behind me won't see me in time, or that a critter will run out in front of me like they do all the time around here.
But finally, we got to my son's house to pick up our 16 year old, and I was so proud of myself that I was still alive.
I dismounted my bike, remembered to take the key out of the ignition (it's something I'm famous for forgetting -- I even forgot at Walmart and my husband had to run out and get the key! Horrors!). I was so tickled to have made such a successful ride! I didn't even wait to take off my helmet.
I headed toward the cement porchlet at my son's back door. He lives in the country and rents his house from a farmer. As I headed toward the porch, a huge, monstrous, furry beast -- disguised as a St. Bernard -- came bounding toward me. He jumped on me and proceeded to lick me to death. I managed to get him off of me, but he kept coming at me.
Days before, this dog had already broken the METAL railing on this porchlet. The top of the porch stands about 4 feet off the ground. Well, when I get to the top, the beast knocked me over, and I went crashing -- SPLAT -- flat on my back and my head hit hard rock ground BOOM. I have never hit my head that hard in my life.
But guess what. I was wearing a helmt. If I hadn't been wearing that helmet, I think I could have been permanently injured.
As it is, I went to the doctor and he says that I do have whiplash and a concussion -- my neck has been really hurting, I'm sore all over and have a nice bruise the size of a large zuchinni all across my back side. I have a nice headache the doctor says may take weeks to go away. My shoulders ache, and I'm dizzy. I also have some ringing in my ears and a little bit of trouble with focus visually.
I find it terribly ironic that I survived the dangers of the mean streets without a scratch, only to be brutalized and nearly killed by a loving St. Bernard.
They said I kept repeating myself last night over and over. I don't remember any of that.
They said I kept repeating myself last night over and over. . .
I don't blame the dog. I blame the owners of the dog. The dog is adorable. I wish I could keep him.
The moral of the story is this: if you play with St. Bernard's -- always wear a helmet! Those things can be dangerous!!
In all seriousness, I am really thankful for my helmet. It may have just saved my life!
Woof!
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