It's amazing that there should be life lessons such as the following, because you'd think it would be common sense.
WHEN YOU'RE ON A SMALL ONE-LANE HIGHWAY (SUCH AS HWY 33 IN PAYNE COUNTY), DON'T
1. PASS A BUS
2. PASS IN A NO PASSING ZONE.
Yesterday, Friday, Feb 13th, at about 7am, The Meridian Technology bus was headed toward Agra to pick up a student (or students), a person, no a MORON, attempted to pass in a NO PASSING ZONE, he was not wearing a seat belt. He hit another person head on, who was also not wearing a seat belt. Both were killed, the bus driver injured, but not very much, I think. It's tragic. Nobody had to die. It was just common sense.
In other news, no life lessons involved, severe weather on Tuesday, Feb. 10. Tornados touched down in Northwest OKC and in Edmond, and later in Lone Grove (8 or so people dead). We had hail after hail after hail, and on and on, like, two inches of hail, sometimes up to, well I saw golf ball size, it was said to be up to tennis ball sized. Which is possible, there are two good sized holes in the skylight in the bathroom (luckily the skylight is double layered, and the inside layer is fine). My car, yes, was hammered unfortunately so was the Honda. Yes, the Honda. When it first (of many) started to hail, Randy cried out to God to stop it. He cried out that he couldn't have anything nice. Now we're crying out to GEICO. I guess I need to contact the home insurance for the skylight, I guess. I'm kinda clueless on that one. No life lessons. A garage would have been nice. A carport, even.
Other than that, nothing much going on. Home, work, work, home. I haven't had many hot flashes lately. Period's come back gangbusters, not unlike the periods of my twenties. Well, minus the premenstual zit. OMG, can I stop gushing blood?! I'm not having babies, hellfire I'm not really having sex (except with myself) anymore, too much pain, too many pills on the Hubby's part. That's ok.
I've been kind of sad lately, possibly related to the perimenopausal crap. Not my usual percentages: 40% happy, 40% neither happy nor sad, 20% sad. More sad, less happy. Being 49 is kind of sinking in. I had always thought I was meant for something. I know that's not true. My life is what it is. I wanted to travel, but I can't do that. I'm not really going to be on The View. My, now moonscaped, pitiful Kia has to, pretty much, last forever. I can't count on any more money coming my way. I'm in a hole and I don't see a way out
