All week I tried to get back here. It was a week not to be forgotten any time soon.
The week-not-soon-to-be-forgotten started on Saturday night when Noah, driving Doug's car, was broadsided out in the country on a state route in the pitch black night. Airbags deployed, but he and his girlfriend were both wearing seat belts and no one was injured, thank you God, and their Guardian Angels. If the young girl driving the other car had run the stop sign 5 seconds sooner, I fear there could have been very serious injuries. Noah was not cited, it was entirely her fault, and she failed the field sobriety test. Doug got to the scene before the highway patrolman and so he was able to view the test. She couldn't put one foot in front of the other. The carful of people she was driving were coming from her mother's wedding reception and she admitted to drinking. But once she had handcuffs on and was in the backseat of the cruiser, her mother said she wanted EMS called because her daughter could have low blood sugar. Of course by the time the officer arrived at the scene, 50 minutes had passed, and by the time EMS arrived it had been 90 minutes. She was taken by ambulance to the hospital and by the time she got there she passed the blood alcohol test and had blood sugar low enough for her defense. In other words, she got off. Whether she was drunk or not is between her and God, but she was impaired enough, in one way or another, to run a stop sign and roll out into a state route with cars speeding by at 55 mph. We are furious that she walked away with just a ticket. Low blood sugar is apparently a common drunken driving defense (first I ever heard of it) so we feel justice was not done. But we need to get over it and forgive. Unfortunately, the car is totaled and the process is taking a long time.
I'm trying not to stress about it, but Monday was a wash, with phone calls to insurance agents (another thing -- she had no proof of insurance -- a law in Ohio, and she was from out-of-state and not driving her own car), rental car agencies, tow truck drivers, body shops, etc. Hopefully the accident taught Noah a lesson about the danger of driving, not to mention drinking and driving. He was quite shaken up since the car was spun around and ended up off the road headed the wrong direction.
After Monday, we tried to forget about it and just deal with the calls and decisions as they came.
This photo is from Saturday before dinner. It is a Poor Man's Cake, a recipe from my grandma†,
but we enjoy it on the feast of St. Francis of Assisi as St. Francis' Tonsure Cake.
I also made Leila's Ginger cookies, and they were a huge hit.
I took photos on Wednesday for Yarn Along, but just didn't get it together for a post. I am glad I had this shawl to work on this week. Nice even rows of knitting therapy were necessary. The yarn is Manos del Uruguay Silk Blend in purple rain. I love this yarn. It's so soft and nice to work with, and the fact that it was hand dyed by a woman in Uruguay makes it that much more dear.
Pictured is the the center of the shawl. The pattern is very simple, with only a yarn over at each end and two in the center, there is not much to remember. I have, however, messed up the rows which have the garter stitch on the right side. It's supposed to be rows 8, 12, 14, and 16. I started that way and then three patterns in I switched to 6, 12, 14, and 16. I did it that way for six patterns and then switched back to the 8th row because I forgot it on the 6th. Oh, well. I think the yarn is busy enough to forgive the mistakes. And I'm the only one who will know.
I bought some yarn to make another in solid gray, and I'll have to pay closer attention to my rows.
My afternoon tea, without which I'm not sure I could make it through dinner. It's decaf, but so tasty and unique. It tastes like cinnamon fire balls without the heat. Yum.
I planted a variety of mums this year and they are all just now starting to bloom. It's rather chilly out and the leaves are turning and falling. We are most definitely having autumn in central Ohio.
I didn't mention my current read in my Yarn Along pics. It's actually Faith's school read, Pictures of Hollis Woods by Patricia Reilly Giff, but one I am thoroughly enjoying and actually only allowing myself a chapter a day. It is the kind of book I would have gobbled up at Faith's age. Not being a reader, she reads the assigned pages. Sigh.
Though it is a worldly book in some aspects, it is not risqué. Faith did not know what a foster home was, so that was an education of sorts, as foster homes can be good or bad. The book doesn't get into much detail, just that Hollis' life has not been easy.
I guess this was not a brief catch-up post, but then I have never been accused of being brief. I am praying that the week ahead is very dull, and not news-worthy at all.
Praying you have a week full of gorgeous blue October skies, brief chilly breezes, and stunningly colorful leaves to crunch below your feet...and possibly some Ginger Cookies.