“Good Morning!”



It was a cool Tuesday dawn, after what had been a pleasant Memorial Day; a perfect morning to loll in bed for a few extra minutes, knowing the official start of the summer season had been kicked off.

With temperatures on the rise, my thoughts turned to the Jersey Shore. Bandit, our one-year-old Cavalier King Charles Spaniel, had yet to experience the beach, and I smiled at the thought of him dealing with sand and sea, for the first time. The 17-year cicadas emerged from the soil and had ascended to their treetop locations from which they’d launch their mating songs. I’d soon be done with the ritual sweeping of abandoned carcasses (Bandit’s new favorite snack).

I sipped my coffee, pondering these earth-shattering thoughts, when I was wrenched from my reverie by the doorbell. Who rings a doorbell at 7:04 AM? As Hubby raced to pull on his trousers to answer the door, a tinge of impending doom shattered my languorous mood.

With curious neighbors as witness, I crunched (cicada shells) across the front lawn, to join the men conversing with hubby at the curb. It would appear that my precious Infinti G37x had been involved in an altercation with a garbage truck. Β The truck won! Β Suddenly, my “…lazy, hazy, crazy..”, “…summertime…” plans were swished away; supplanted by visions of treks to the body shop and calls with the insurance company.

The burly perpetrator insisted he’d been driving big rigs for years and didn’t know how this could happen. He leaned under the ripped bumper, surveying the not- inconsequential damage, his head dangerously close to the ragged metal edge.
Β  Β  Β “Be careful,” I cautioned.
Β  Β  Β “I’d deserve it!”
Β  Β  Β “Yes, you’re the evil person who wrecked my car!”
He shrugged and returned my smile, grateful that I wasn’t going ballistic.

I went back inside, leaving the details to Hubby. My grandsons grinned at me from the picture wall, and I counted my blessings.
It would be a sweet summer!


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This week’s Trifecta Challenge:
1a : to be or come in sight b : to show up
2: to come formally before an authoritative body
3: to have an outward aspect : seem
You’re probably going to have to tinker with your sentence construction a bit in order to make appear work, since, as you know, our rules don’t allow you to use appears or appeared. That’s why it’s called a challenge! Good luck!

13 Comments on ““Good Morning!”

  1. Yes, as Monty Python say: Always look on the bright side of life!
    Love your treatment of the cicadas, and crossing the lawn… *shudder*


    • How wise…also “Don’t sweat the small stuff”. In the scheme of things it’s only a car, and cicadas are another of Nature’s wonders…kind of icky but really fascinating. My dog will miss the on-demand treat. Thanks Kymm.


  2. Geez, was the guy driving with his eyes closed? I’m glad to see no one was hurt!


    • Actually he was trying to pull the truck in front of my parked car and the rear of his truck caught the edge of my fender. This company has been doing this twice a week for forty years and I always have a car parked In front. The owner of the company was very upset and appreciated that I didn’t rant and rave at him . My husband asked if the driver was the owner”s nephew, to which he replied…”no my nephew is the one with brains.”


  3. Not necessarily the best way to start a summer, but at least no one was hurt and you have a bright red vehicle to cruise around in while you are out and about. πŸ™‚


  4. The crunching cicada shells made me shudder. Your car does look bad, BUT, on the bright side, at least it was parked and you weren’t in it. It’s too bad your beach plans were put on hold.


    • I agree…no big deal, when you think a out other worse thing that could happen. Eases, I have a rental that should make everyone happy in the I Teri,. Tomorrow…the beach!


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