|Miraculously, the truck landed on its own tire. The only other casualty was a missing tail light- he was blessed for sure.|
Without all the boring details, I'll just say it turned in to a long evening/night waiting for our help to arrive. While my man prepared the truck for towing, something I swear he enjoyed once the shock wore off, I dug out my trusty travel kit full of art supplies and settled down to draw. After I realized all would be okay, I have to admit the thought of enforced quiet time gave me a thrill. I hid it well, but now you know. That's how crazy life has been- a catastrophe was the only way to get a little quiet time. My husband's beloved truck has a disaster and all I can think is, "At last, some peace and quiet!" I'm awful, I know...
|The one thing I managed to get into my sketch journal.|
Quiet time, did I say? We just happened to break down right in front of the spot a hermit chose to live/camp, one with no car and no close neighbors for company and plenty to visit about, including, ironically, how he loved living in the middle of no place, away from people with his (lonesome) dog. His VERY lonesome dog. My poor husband bore the brunt of it because, like the supportive wife I am, I snuck off to the car to hide. However, I did get in one fast sketch of the countryside around us to remind me of the close call my sweetheart had and the very social, unsocial man with the insistent doggie.
Thanks for stopping by- Alice