Well Readers, it has been a minute since I last sat in front of this blinking cursor.
Let’s just say like my grandma Rachel used to say, God required me to ‘sit down’ for a minute.
The genesis for this came in the form of a rear end accident that occured almost 2 years ago while I was parked at the local post office.
Yes, I believe in snail mail…even have all my hate mail/bills directed to a PO box that I check periodically.
I had just left said establishment and was sitting in my car perusing the latest edicts from AARP…10 Best Places to Retire (if you have money, of course) when a loud boom followed by a forceful slamming of my venerable ’99 Cherokee assaulted my body.
The perpetrator of this action was a delivery van backing into my unmoving vehicle (I did say I was parked didn’t I) at a rather high speed for said parking lot.
I saw the lady parked next to me running from her car with a look of fear on her face
And because of the times we live in, I assumed it was some type of attack being rained down on said PO…maybe a worker gone postal…outside the building.
Or perhaps, it was some type of random assault in which I was the starring victim.
But imagination aside, it turned out to be an errant driver-in-a-hurry whose actions turned me into an ‘accident victim.’
This accident rendered me useless for months. I spent long hours lying on heating pads, consuming mildly addicting pain meds and muscle relaxants, begging friends to drive me everywhere including endless visits to physical agony (oops) therapy sessions.
And it culminated in a deja vue experience with former paralegal moi standing in a courtroom pleading my case to an understanding, sympathetic, Boomer age judge.
The legal wrangling alone is worth a Blog, but I was warned by my legal mouthpiece to refrain from discussing my case while it was pending.
And it is now just a mere 1 1/2 years later that this ‘case’ has been resolved and I am able to find my Voice again.
Did she just say that she hasn’t written a Blog in almos’ 18 months cause she had a court case?
Gurl, please, we know you had Writer’s Block.
Or she was working in that flower/ herb/or whatever she growing Jardin.
Well, reader, I wish I could say I was “richer and wiser” because of the experience.
What I can say is that my 60 something year old neck/ back will never be the same again and I think I have PTSD about the Post Office.
So much, in fact,that I just signed up online to pay my yearly PO box fee.
Now, if I could figure out how to get them to mail me the contents of my always bulging box.
Hmm, that might be a way to save the venerable snail mail business.
Well, it’s approaching daylight, And No, my insomnia has not disappeared.
I hope that you will allow me to visit your inbox sometimes when my creative juices are flowing.
As always, I look forward to your comments.
What is a writer without a reader?
But guys, be kind, like Badu said…I’m an artist and sensitive about my sh*t!.