The solar eclipse took place on August 21st of this year, and as far as that cosmic event was concerned; it was both eventful and uneventful. I was able to view a total eclipse from the only vantage point available, since I was in Chapel Hill. Handfuls of people stood outside my work building, looking up at the sun, viewing the eclipse, with some good hearted people sharing their eclipse glasses with those who didn’t have any. A coworker of mine warned, as she departed for the day, that we should all look out for everyone else on the road, on the drive home. Everyone is crazy, but the eclipse has made folks a special kind of crazy.
Depositing this in the back of my mind, I ended my shift and drove home. Despite the fact that I was tired with no desire to go back out into traffic, there were still errands to run; the inevitable trip to walmart that we all take at least twice a week, so that we can all have our time and our cash sucked into oblivion. Walmart disdain aside, we travelled our normal route, my family and I to get there, and while sitting at a dead stop, at a red light, waiting to turn left; a car on the far side of the wide and extremely busy intersection, ran the light at a moderate speed. It was funny, for lack of a better term, because I saw the car coming. I saw it veer, as though it were intentionally aiming right for us. I just knew that the vehicle would realize its egregious error and correct itself, but it didn’t. The car hit us at no more than 20 miles per hour, maybe even less. We were fortunately, uninjured; shaken up, angry, scared, but alive and well. The vehicle was still functional at that moment, not even aware that it was nearing its end. As my hands began to shake, and the dismay at the incident took root immediately afterward; I had to watch, seemingly in slow motion, as the other car backed up, veered around us and sped off down the road. I would’ve felt better if they had paused to give us the finger, but no, we got none of that. No care, no assistance, no admittance, no apology, nothing. We had two very polite and helpful witnesses, but no license plate. We had a description of the vehicle, but the police didn’t arrive for another hour. The brakes just barely brought the vehicle to a stop, as we moved it off of the road, all of the coolant leaked out, along with many other vital fluids.
In NC, if no one gets the plate in a hit and run, and no one is injured, then you have to eat it. And that is what we did. We had to eat it. We had to eat the fact that even though, we could very well be getting spied on through our webcams by the NSA, there were no cameras at the intersection where the accident occurred. We had to eat the fact that a tow that would normally cost 40 or 50 bucks, cost 165 since the police called for the tow. We had to eat 35 a day storage fee, we had to eat a 70 dollar tow back to our home. We had to eat the fact that paying for all this was eating into our food money. Now how ironic is that.
Then there has to be the search for another car; having to most likely, acquire another bill. Having to deal with loan applications and credit scores, and institutions telling you that your situation may be dire, but we cannot help you to keep it from getting worse. Having to inconvenience others… That may be the most unsettling part.
On the flip side of that, this entire ordeal has reacquainted me with my good fortune. I am a believer in astrological signs, and I have read many times over the years, that Sagittarius’ are lucky. In all of my immaturity, I would always think to myself, “Luck? What the hell are they talking about? I haven’t won the lottery or nothing like that.” But in the past two years, I have looked back on my life and realized many instances where I was very fortunate. Lucky. Thankful that things had gone safely one way and not dangerously another. My fortune allowed me to continue to get to work every day, without concern or having to explain to the supervisor my “situation.” I was able to get food and supplies for my family whenever I needed it and not made to feel as though I was a burden. I was even given access to another vehicle for a very short time, and in driving it, my luck rained upon me again, when a dry rotted tire blew only a minute from home, after I just turned off of the highway, allowing me to safely navigate the monstrous V-8 home without harm or incident.
This month my partner finally began to see the monetary benefits of all of his hard work, putting himself out there despite fears and doubts. People signed up to come to my first book reading at far greater numbers than I had anticipated, google contacted me and now my novel is up on google play books and I got a couple a more sales to boot.
But on the other hand, my sciatica acted up so bad that standing still was excruciating, and I ate something, drank something or inhaled something that made my top lip swell with an allergic reaction. So for a week I scratched the inside of it with my teeth, while slathering it with vaseline until it thankfully began to rebound. And on top of that, our daughter caught a cold that she bounced back from in three days, while her father and I linger, with he even sicker than myself, but luckily my voice has cleared just in time for Saturday’s reading.
I found a car. A car I wanted. Not just something to get around. It had a price decent enough, but still, another bill. My propensity toward luckiness allowed me to be able to get this vehicle, even though I would need assistance; with the assistance seeming to be gladly offered; for future repercussions, we must stay tuned.
And despite a more than generous donation so that I would have books for my event, and despite ordering them in what I thought was a timely fashion, the books have not arrived. Hell, that haven’t even shipped yet. Messages went unreturned, chats unanswered, except to say your ticket has been resolved, we will email you with your order status, only to never do so. I did finally speak to a person but she could not answer the questions of whether my books had been printed. And even after two failed transfers, at least eight consecutive phone calls and two desperate messages, I am no closer to knowing their status.
Suffice it to say, it has been a more than interesting month. The hills and valleys have been momentous, and the Sidra of ten years ago would have shed many a tear by now, but… tears don’t move you forward, especially when living means that life happens. And I’m certainly not giving up on that. Some things you have to get through, and smile as much as you can during while learning simultaneously. I was stressed about the books last night, but that has passed. We found more clues to the ailments that plague my partner, bittersweet, but answers are answers; and our daughter got into the run club that she’s wanted to get into for a year. I promised she would. Mission accomplished, thanks very much to my fortune. I am fortunate and it cannot be measured in dollar signs. All in all, I can say that this month has been unique, and I can’t label much more than that, because it just wouldn’t be descriptive enough.
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