Poor Pablo

Poor Pablo!

Pablo is my 1997 VW Golf. Pablo and I have been together three and a half or four years now. A little over an hour ago, he was parked out front of my house, minding his own business, and a woman in a Mitsubishi rear-ended him. That's right, hit my car, while it was parked, and hit it hard, too. Pushed it forward at least a car length and up on to the curb. Screwed up the back left side of the car so bad, the two driver side doors won't close completely, and metal from the body is now touching the back left tire, rendering the vehichle un-drive-able.

I was on the couch diddling around on this here computer when I heard the CRACK outside and thought, shit, someone got into an accident! Oh wait, shit, my car's parked out there....and lo and behold, it was my poor unassuming Pablo. Shit, shit.

I'm lucky, really. The woman stopped, got out, spoke with the police when I called them, apologized, fretted, etc. She was sweet. Freaking out, but sweet and kind of helpless, it made me feel really bad for her. It appears she is insured, which is good. I've just spent the past hour on the phone with my insurance company and then hers....it's a big damn hassle, and inconvenient and all the rest, but it'll certainly be OK.

I've been feeling antsy and unsettled lately about what I am suddenly acutely aware is relatively stupid stuff. Little stuff, if you will. I'm getting over a case of the sniffles and they've made me grouchy and a bit harried as I try to make up the time I lost at work while I was sick. I have wee fits of envy as people around me are doing really enviable things like buying their first homes, falling in love, and/or having babies, and related fits of insecurity about my own comparatively slow pace of maturation in all those departments. I had the gall to bitch to a 33-year-old over the phone today that I'm going to be 27 in a few months, and gosh aren't I getting old. Wah wah. I miss my ex horribly, and I've almost talked myself into calling him a few times lately, but I know I shouldn't and it'd be a stupid and selfish thing to do right now and so I don't and it just makes me feel icky. Wah wah, woe is me.

So I've been angsty over these minor stupid dramas, but you know what? Life could be a lot more dramatic. I could be uninsured, or she could be. I could have been in the car. It could have been me and Dave and Indy driving around earlier this evening and getting hit. She could have been hurt. She was just talking on her cell phone, the driver who hit my car tonight, just calling her boyfriend to tell him she was on her way home for dinner. That simple. Just a split second. Freaky!

It underscores for me something that I know I should already know - all of life's little stupid things aren't worth sweating over if they keep you from living the rest of your life. I know, I know. I think I do a better job at that at some times than at others.

Anyway, it's too dark to photograph outside now, but I'll post pictures of my poor damaged Pablo soon. Wish me luck.