Wreck in Dug Gap

You may remember when Mamma's mailbox got squashed after Daddy passed away. Well, it happened again. What the heck is going on with people? The driver knocked down sixty feet of cedar fence and two mailboxes on Dug Gap Road.

It's always something!

I thought I'd post pictures of this wreck because I got some negative feedback from the last wreck I posted. I am an equal opportunity offender. 

I, personally, find it offensive when people wreck in front of our houses. I especially dislike when someone squashes our mailbox or destroys our property. Daddy put the cedar fence in front of his house. A distracted, pregnant woman ran over it and wiped it out. That is one more thing we have lost since my father died. 

I don't know about you but I have had a shitty couple of years and I am only now beginning to feel normal most of the time. I still break down sometimes and think about everything. It is so personal and such a mystery how a person reacts to grief. Sometimes people act brave and carry on. Sometimes it takes time, lots of time, to let go of the pain. We were like that when we lost my cousin. The whole family reeled from shock. Some people never got over the loss but time marches on and we eventually learned to deal with it. 

Right now I am thinking about all the tests the doctors put Daddy through which eventually led to his demise. He had a bad heart and was on blood thinners but started passing clots. Everything combined against him. The invasive exploratories exacerbated his condition and the doctors gave up.

I have my own pain and I am not the kind of person who wants to cause pain for others. I did not mean to disrespect the driver and I really didn't think I had the right to even mention she was a woman because I didn't want anyone to make a smart ass comment about women drivers. I didn't want to say anything about the person because I knew the wreck was bad and they were very, very lucky to be alive. Since I didn't see a soul around who looked like they knew the driver I didn't ask the firemen or Georgia Patrol for the driver's name. It wasn't any of my business. I only wanted to post a story on my blog about another wreck in Resaca. 

Thank God the lady is alive and obviously improving. Thank God she has loyal family and friends who support her and want to protect her. Don't be hating. Count your blessings because none of us are guaranteed tomorrow.

 Peace

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APRIL

April has always been one of my favorite months. What's not to love? Warm weather, flowers, more sunlight, and longer days thanks to daylight savings time. Everything is in full bloom. I think I even saw some blackberries blooming today. We usually have a cool spell for blackberry winter. Afternoons are in the high 70's, or even in the low 80's here in north Georgia. 


It was Palm Sunday last week, and Easter is this coming Sunday. We usually have a cool spell around Easter, too. I wonder if we're going to skip it this year. That would be unusual. It would be a foreshadowing of a long, hot summer.

I'm back on the cycle again. You know; the endless cycle. Today I took Scout to work and probably will until he gets his car running again. I hope this doesn't become a regular thing. We have more car trouble 'than the average bear' but it has a lot to do with the fact that we drive older cars. Colt is the only one with a new car, a Ford Focus.


Saturday Colt called me from Douglasville. He hit a car in the rear end on the interstate exit ramp. He was upset, but told me he could drive his car home. It took forever before he finally made it home. I couldn't see any damage in the dark but the next morning I looked out the window and saw a rope tied to the fender. Colt had tied it up so it wouldn't flop around. There is no telling how much his little accident cost. Our deductible is high and he will also have to pay his ticket. Youch! I see someone working as my slave this summer. Payback's a bitch.


I'm hoping our fortunes will improve as we move further and further away from March. I guess I'm being superstitious. You would be too, if you'd lived through some of the March's I've seen. 


Now we are in one of my favorite times of the year; the time of year when the grass and the weeds haven't gotten ahead of us yet, and we end up playing a hopeless game of catch up. That will be a good place to start using my poor old slave. "Oh, Colt, honey. Come here! I need you."

HAPPY BIRTHDAY

Sanna, Patricia, Susie, Debbie, Aja, Allan, and Kathy

HAPPY ANNIVERSARY

Myra and Noodie, Ann and Jim

RIP

Beulah, Henry, and Donna


REMEMBER
Tire Amnesty in Gordon County
April 14 and 21
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