quiet day

Dec. 16th, 2005 11:51 pm
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It was a quiet-ish day at work, and the evening commute was indeed pretty easy. The roads were mostly dry and the driving was smooth.

The only incident was when I was getting onto the highway right after leaving daycare; just as I turned off the minor road onto the on-ramp (which does a complete 360), there was a flare on the road, and then a police car with lights flashing. I had to slow almost to a stop, because between the dark of night and the flashing lights and the flare, I was pretty much blind. I couldn't even see the cop. Finally I did see him; he was busy getting out another flare and setting it up. He waved me on so I proceeded verrrrrry slowly past his car and around the rest of the curve. Just before the point where the on-ramp merges onto the highway, there was a car that had apparently taken the curve too fast and gone off the road and up the embankment and smashed into the metal barrier thingie. It was a good thing that cop car was there farther back to make me slow down, otherwise it's quite likely I wouldn't have seen the crashed car in time. Anyway, the driver was standing there beside his car talking on his cellphone, so clearly he wasn't hurt.

So we came home and Isaac watched Thomas the Tank Engine and we read a bunch of his books. Then he spent a really long time drawing on his Magna Doodle. He is obsessed with drawing trains going over bridges. Of course, he's two, so they don't really look like anything other than random scribbles, but he calls them trains on bridges, and puts much deep concentration into them.

After Isaac went to sleep I did some long-overdue bills. The financial situation is not very good at the moment, by which I mean, I don't have enough money to pay all the bills. *sigh* I could go on about that at length, but what would be the point? Looks like I'll be borrowing from my mom again. whee.

Date: 2005-12-17 09:47 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sandykidd.livejournal.com
I wish we could help out. I always wish I could help out instead of being in need of helping. But then, I end up remembering that as bad off as things get sometimes, I've still got it better than a lot of people I know. As a bonus, having had hard times in the past has made me better able to deal with them each time history has repeated. And now I sound like an after school special. Sorry.

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