[Magdalen] the ironies of heading south

[Grace Cangialosi]

Marion, I just put this together with the fact that you're on a driving trip...with these symptoms.  

On January 17, 2015, at 12:18 PM, Grace Cangialosi <gracecan at gmail.com> wrote:

Oh, Marion...how awful!  I assume the doctors have checked for a concussion? That's what it sounds like. How long ago did this happen?

On January 17, 2015, at 12:07 PM, Marion Thompson <marionwhitevale at gmail.com> wrote:

Not quite.  It was a woman of mature years, not elderly by my standard, 
who turned the corner too tightly out of the parking aisle I was 
crossing to.  Doing my best to get out of her way, I remember seeing the 
front fender of her modestly-sized car pass me.  Phew.  I believe I 
wasn't knocked over by the side of her car, but rather, ' they say', by 
her side mirror.  These things happen in a flash, a split second.  Lots 
of people clustered round.    I remember what I assume was her anxious 
face amongst the others looking down as I sat on the roadway and felt 
very very sorry for her and what she must be feeling.  I'll go get the 
police report on Monday so I  have a record of who's who and what was 
what.  Being private property, it doesn't fall under the Highways Act, 
so it would be up to me to say to the police if I want to make any charge.

Recovery is going slowly, for my taste!  No taste or smell.  Hell for 
one who loves to eat!  Savouring textures only doesn't do it for me.  
I'm cooking some maple-flavoured bacon right now to see if any of that 
delicious aroma or taste can cross the line yet.  (Nada! Nothing.  
Damn.) A certain amount of background noise in my head, not an 
annoyance.  Some predictable giddiness if I bend over and back up again, 
yes, I'm being careful.  And, though much less frequent the occasional 
stab of pain,  in my ear or sinuses.  A general sort of wooliness.   
Overall, I'm functioning just fine, with the obvious caveats.   
Whatever. I've survived worse -- and will again.  Time time time -- I 
wish I knew how much!  I'm sure folks  will cut me a lot of slack for my 
sermon tomorrow, but I'm confident it will be just fine.  For me it's a 
non-negotiable commitment (and personal pleasure) and my task for today 
is to finish it off.  Yes, resting, too, which for me is lounging about 
and TV and computer and reading -- none of which bothers me.  YAY!

Meanwhile, my daughter drove to me to Cobourg  (about an hour from my 
home and where the application was filed by Jim)  for the Case 
Conference with a judge over this darn divorce thing.   (A 
without-prejudice meeting  of the parties and their lawyers at which a 
judge, who has reviewed the information, gives his view of things in an 
effort to avoid it going to court to be settled in a crap shoot with a 
(differrent) judge who could well uphold that bloody Agreement signed so 
long ago.  Timing is everything in life, isn't it?  :-D  That all went 
in a very civilised manner, as you would expect from us.  Even the judge 
commented on our reported and obvious civility. -- I guess they see all 
kinds of horrors where the parties are like scorpions in a bucket.  We 
think we are 'moving forward' and, beyond  some less palatable parts 
being tweaked upward, if we can, I like to think we will come to some 
reasonable resolution.  Didn't some judge/mediator/arbitrator once 
comment that  a good solution is one in which neither side is completely 
happy?

So there we are.  My report from  the fast lane in my endlessly-exciting 
life!!!!

Marion, a pilgrim   ... today my sail I lift ....

On 1/17/2015 9:17 AM, ME Michaud wrote:
> Geez, Marion, didn't some guy just back into you in a parking lot? (and
> how is your recovery going?)
>
> I have an absolute horror of backing over a child. And I would never
> drive a car as big as this one (I have good visuals in the Matrix but
> in a mini-van or big sedan?No way ! Not a chance.) I want that camera !
> -M
>
> On Saturday, January 17, 2015, Marion Thompson <marionwhitevale at gmail.com>
> wrote:
>
>> Mostly I back out of my drive, which is a quirky thing of unusual angles,
>> onto a hill running
>>