I almost forgot my password to get into this blog. That’s how long it has been.
I could make a million excuses. I have a million excuses. But, truthfully and simply said, I’ve been consumed by other things.
When you’re in a creative field inspiration is key and sometimes you can be too tired, too overwhelmed, too stressed to be inspired. So I took a few months off. I photographed a few dogs, a few horses but I didn’t post them because I just wanted to simplify. I even did an art show at Lilly’s Bistro which was anything but simple but I still didn’t blog about it. Hmm…
But… I’m back!! So what brings me back, you ask? ( actually you probably didn’t ask but I’m going to tell you anyway..) Well, a friend told me I needed to blog about something that happened to me the other day. Something that could only happen to me. Something any of my friends would tell you doesn’t even remotely surprise them. But I realized that I don’t really blog anymore. I haven’t posted on my blog in months and months and months. So I am officially breaking the blog silence I have created. Not to show you a fabulous looking dog or horse. But to tell you a ridiculous story that I will probably regret publishing. But you have to break silence somehow and this is as good as anything!
So… I’m a hand talker. You know- I flail my hands about wildly to express what I really should be saying with my mouth. Driving down my street, playing with my ring, talking on bluetooth, my wedding ring flew off my finger between the seats of the car. No big deal- I’ll get it out..
I pull into the garage and feel between the seat. Can’t feel it. Go to the passenger side and lay across the seat and feel again. Can’t feel it. Pull my hand out… can’t pull my hand out. Nope.. CAN’T PULL MY HAND OUT!!!!!
My watch is stuck. No problem I’ll jiggle it. Nope. It’s stuck. So.. no problem. I’ll try harder. Stuck. I’ll try reaching in with my other hand. No… STUCK. Move the seat back.. won’t go back. STUCK!!! Ouch. Oh BOTHER!
So I wrench myself into an upside down position that allows me to reach my purse in the backseat and I fish out my cell phone. 19% battery. It’s 3:11 pm. ( yes- I really do remember the time). My son is inside the house upstairs. I call his cell phone. It rings next to me. Ugh. I call the house phone. No answer. I call him again. No answer. I do this 15 more times. Obviously he can’t hear the phone. I call my neighbor. No answer. I call my husband who isn’t even in town. No answer. 13% battery.
OK. Do I call 911? Do I have to cut my own arm out like that guy in the movie? I start to panic. I know that sounds nutty. I’m in a car garage, not on a mountain. But it’s now 3:45 and I my arm is falling asleep and my wrist is in agony because it is completely wedged against a sharp edge under the seat. I laugh, then I get teary. I wonder if anyone is ever going to notice that I”m not there. I wonder if the dogs are going to pee on the carpet because I haven’t let them out in 7 hours. I wonder if they even notice that my car pulled in but I never left the garage. Dogs!
I try my son again and again and again. He finally answers. Really? It’s not been almost 45 minutes. What the heck took him so long? I say ” I need help- I’m stuck in the garage.” He comes running to the rescue then sees me and starts laughing. Stop laughing!! This isn’t funny!!! Ok. It’s sort of funny but not really.
He asks what I want him to do. Well, heck, I don’t know? If he calls 911 they will send 5 fire trucks. I know they will- they have nothing else to do in my small subdivision. They’re bored.. they’ll come to see the show. Then the neighbors will gather around and see my legs dangling out the passenger door. No that won’t do.
So Jake leans down across the seat and gets eye level with me and he says “Mom, don’t worry- I’m getting you out of here.” Somehow I’m relieved by his confidence. As he is quickly exiting the garage I say “where are you going?” He says ” I’m going to get the saw”.
NO!!! I say. No saws!!! ” Mom, it’s the only way.”
I only have one arm to flail at this point but I do get the message across that there will be NO SAWING!
His plans to cut the watch off my arm will only lead to certain tragedy. Mainly because my son is almost as accident prone as I am. (not quite- but almost)
Finally… after pulling and stretching and more crying and more laughing… finally… he pulls the seat sideways just enough that my other hand can just reach my watch. I snap it and I’m free!! Hallelujah!! Oh- and I found the ring and it wasn’t even between the seats! Figures.
So I am bruised- my wrist is still hurting. But I am in one piece. And.. I am writing in this blog. It’s about dang time..
So thanks for bearing with me to those of you who have. And thanks for joining me if you’re new. It’s going to be a great summer!
And… I’m working on five photo shoots right now which I promise to post soon:)
