Friday’s Are Wearing On Me

The racoon wasn’t this big, but it sure felt that way when I hit it. (Yes, I know that’s not a raccoon)

Last Friday, while driving home after a long week at the office,  I had a chance encounter with a very large raccoon that decided to wander out in front of my car . . . it was dark . . . it was raining . . . it was rush hour and I was motoring along at about 45 mph.   My car has a very low clearance and in the split-second I had to think about it, I realized that the raccoon was about to die and my car was going to get hurt.

He (0r she) took out the radiator, condenser, grill and an assortment of brackets and tubes totaling just under $3,000.00.  The car was rendered undriveable and I was still over an hour from home.  It was a long night and a week later, I’m still a few days away from getting my car back. There was a bright spot during the ordeal  and heartfelt thanks go out to Officer Jerome Felder of the Branchville, SC Police Dept. who went out of his way for my benefit. I will never forget his kindness.

On Saturday morning I needed a rental car on short notice. Not having many options  I ended up with a  white, Voyager minivan, allowing me to get in touch with my inner soccer mom.

Which brings me to today, Friday December 11th.

I was at a meeting this morning where I had to load some things (soccer balls, snacks and juice boxes) into “the van” and apparently, I put my Franklin Planner  on the roof and forgot about it. . .  until I was about an eighth of a mile down the road and saw it sail off the roof, hit the road and explode, sending over 100 sheets of paper flying across a busy four lane highway.  I thought about just leaving it there, but quickly realized that one of the pieces of paper fluttering down the road  held the login and passwords to every account I have, both work and personal.

All the pages jammed back in there until I put it in order. I just may wait until January 1st.

I decided that leaving it there wasn’t a good option.

As I walked the side of the road, picking up day after day of November, December and note pages, it wasn’t lost on me that one, distracted driver could further and ultimately ruin my day. Luckily, I survived the 10-15 minutes of following the blowing papers and also found the page with the passwords.

The leather binder that I purchased and have used since 1992, survived and aside from one, little scratch, shows no sign of today’s adventure.

Now, I have to find the patience to put all the pages back in order and in the binder.

Stay tuned for next Friday’s report.

In the meantime,  I think a glass of Jameson’s is in order.


About Ray V.

Living between Aiken & Charleston,, South Carolina, USA, I like to share what I am looking at, thinking about or listening to. I refer to this as the view out my window. Thanks for stopping by.
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16 Responses to Friday’s Are Wearing On Me

  1. Margy says:

    As they say, it could be worse… like a bison worse…

    Liked by 1 person

  2. That week rates two glasses.

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  3. petespringerauthor says:

    That’s brutal! At least you weren’t the raccoon.

    Liked by 1 person

  4. Live & Learn says:

    Wow. I won’t complain about my week.

    Liked by 1 person

  5. Writer Lori says:

    The dumpster fire that is 2020 continues til the bitter end….

    Liked by 1 person

  6. Jim Borden says:

    I would have never thought that a raccoon could do so much damage. I don’t think I would have stopped for the passwords..

    I hope the Jameson’s helped a bit…

    Liked by 1 person

  7. There was no reason to ‘like’ this…other than to know you are okay and you met a kind helper when in need.

    Liked by 1 person

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