Blog365: Day 25

Nothing terribly interesting to report today. I attended a committee meeting this morning, ate myself silly at an Indian restaurant for lunch, and then had my hair restored to its natural color. Or perhaps I should say, I had my hair restored to its original natural color.

The only semi-interesting thing that happened today occurred while I was setting the table for supper. I was walking into the dining room carrying a bowl of grated parmesan cheese, when I apparently tripped on an air molecule and twisted my ankle. Down I went like a bag of rocks! I was OK except for a little lingering tenderness in the ankle. I managed, however, to dust the area all around me with a fine coating of parm. It will go down in Ginger's diary as the Great Cheese Miracle of 2008, and she scarfed up all she could while Fred ran for the vacuum cleaner. She continues to make pilgrimages to the holy site, hoping that perhaps a relic might still be lingering deep within the fibers of the rug.

Two parties and one near tragedy

Fred and I went up to Louisville last night for his office holiday ball. Then this afternoon, we were at the club here on post for the CG's holiday reception. We were just getting ready to leave the reception and blow off going to the commissary in favor of ordering pizza for supper when Fred got a message on his Blackberry that some friends of ours had been in a traffic accident back up in Louisville.

They got side-swiped by a semi, and their car is pretty much totaled. The dad stayed at the scene of the wreck waiting for the tow truck while the mom and 2 kids went ahead to the hospital in an ambulance. Finally, a cop took the dad to the hospital, and we met up with everybody there.

Fortunately, everybody is OK although definitely shaken up. Everybody got a good dusting with shattered glass, and the mom has a banged-up wrist. It's amazing though when you consider how very bad it could have been that things turned out as well as they did.

We spent the rest of the afternoon hanging out in the ER and then took them home. Then Fred and I went through the BK drive-thru and brought home supper. I'm just signing on long enough to post this, because I have a date with "Desperate Houwewives" in a few minutes.

The parties were a blast; the accident, I think we could have all done without. Still, this was definitely one of those "best worst days of your life" situations. We're happy that our friends were so lucky!