You know my sister that always ignores my phone calls? Well, despite that, I try and leave a missed call on her phone here and there, mostly out of habit and mostly because I periodically get hopeful she'll answer. Well today I called, she didn't pick up but she did text back and actually say she would call me later and "was everything ok?" I thought it was a bit odd since I didn't leave a message, clearly it wasn't important or an emergency, and usually she doesn't seem to care one way or another when she sees a missed call from me.
Well, two hours later she called me BACK. Shocker right? I picked up the phone and she launches right in with "well, I guess you heard what happened to me"! Huh? Actually no, I was just calling to say hi and check in. Unbeknownst to me I had missed the "big news" that must have been floating around the family.
What happened? Well, it's a cautionary tale that is a good reminder for us all. She was driving on the freeway, by herself. Going the speed limit and cruising along without an issue in the far right lane. The car to her left decided to move lanes without checking her blind spot and she literally just moved over and hit my sister at the front of her car. The force was hard enough, and the speed fast enough that there was no way to react, and the next thing she knew she was slammed into the concrete barrier on the side of the road, and then subsequently hit one of those reader boards they park on the site of the road that post messages about speed, or delays etc. She crashed into that and by the time she stopped every air bag was deployed in the car, and the entire front end was squished forward like a collapsed soda can. She, miraculously, wasn't hurt (except for general aches and a swollen lip). The driver that hit her was fine too, and since there weren't many people on the road no one else was hurt. She said it all happened insanely fast, there was no time to avoid or swerve or do anything. She was incredibly lucky, and it's a reminder that #1 driving is dangerous, and it's easy to forget how dangerous. #2, sometimes people just make mistakes, even when they are driving the speed limit, and otherwise good drivers, and sometimes you are the unlucky recipient of that. Life can throw the most unexpected curveballs, just another reminder. The woman that hit her felt horrible, and it was simply a momentary lapse on her part that could have had lethal repercussions--they all got really lucky.
On another, less scary note, I put my diffuser on this morning and burned a candle when I did yoga to "elevate the mundane". It made it like a little spa hour, it was awesome. I wouldn't necessarily call yoga mundane, but sometimes it gets a little routine, and putting on the diffuser and candle made it feel more special. Truth be told, sometimes I cut the classes down because the beginnings and endings can be looonnnnggg and while they are super peaceful, it's hard to steal 15 minutes for a super slow meditative start to class (simply because most of the time the kids will ignore my activities and come busting into the room ruining my zen). The answer has been to cut the start and finish a little short, BUT today I didn't do that. I luxuriated in the entire class, every minute and it was much, much more peaceful. I had to leave a note on my door that said "don't bother me under penalty of grounding, unless you are bleeding (a lot) or the house is on fire". I got my full hour.
My other attempt at elevating the mundane was my vision of having a grown up dinner, complete with wine. glasses with sparkling water for the kids and lemon wedges. It was a nice idea, but by the time dinner rolled around I was so tired from the long day, and John didn't feel like cooking with me, so I voted for easy breakfast for dinner, he agreed and it turned into the opposite of a grown up dinner. It was like a kid dinner. Wine glasses tomorrow (maybe).
The best part of the day was when I stole away to grocery shop, and was taking my time doing it since it's basically a treat now to go out. I got a call from John who said he had his mother on the other line and she had a question for me so could he patch her in. He patches her in and you know the question? It's about the.best way for her to cover her gray roots (she's blond, courtesy of a really good hairdresser that she now can no longer go to). She thought I would have the "best advice" and I'm guessing this is because I've get lots of grey roots and have no doubt bought a box or two at a drugstore in my lifetime. She wasn't wrong. But the best part was trying to explain what she needed to buy as I"m walking in the store and wearing my mask. I don't know what it is about those stupid masks but they make me feel like I have to talk loud, so I'm explaining all about grey coverup color, as I'm walking thru the uppidity high end grocery store, and I'm basically shouting. There's nothing like passing a cute guy at the frozen aisle while you say loudly "look for touch up grey root dye, and make sure it's permanent so it covers it up really well". I'm guessing he probably also noticed I wasn't taking my own advice.
Lastly, in an attempt to kick it up a notch with my beauty routine I bought Erasa XEP-30 which is supposed to hit the lines on your face HARD (in a good way). I mean, the word "erasa" sure seems like it would do it right? I am already worried about coming out of this quarantine looking SO much scarier than going into it. I need some high powered skin stuff to be my stand in for botox because who knows when that's going to be available again and I can't come out of this period with 2" of grey roots, wearing sweats because nothing else fits, and looking 10 years older because all my botox has worn off. No thank you cover-19.
Hope everyone found at least one thing today to elevate the "basic", and make it sparkle just a little.
Signed, ME {lv}
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