The White Cottage

MY DAYS IN RETIREMENT

It Was All A Big Black Blurr

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With April being one of the longest months so far – rain, rain and more rain – Nat and I have struggled to get through some days. He’s anxious to get out in the garden and golfing and I’m anxious to just sit outside and enjoy the warmer weather. Even Nat’s first golf game of the season was rained out and the second one was close to being iffy, but he at least got 9 holes in despite his cold, freezing hands. With the days being rained out the nights have been just as worse – lack of television viewing that’s within our range of interests. From time to time I’ll record certain shows we like (while we’ve been watching something else) and I’ll save them for just such days when we despise paying a cable bill because there’s nothing on.

Tuesday was one of such nights. By 8:30 we were starting to stare at the blank walls when suddenly we heard a large thud and bang. The noise echoed right down Dominion Road and as soon as we heard it we were up and out of our chairs in a flash. As I pulled back the curtains from the front window, I couldn’t believe my eyes when a vehicle drove by our house at such a speed it was nothing but a big black blurr. Along with going at such a high speed this vehicle only had his two left tires on the road and his two right tires scraping up the dirt and gravel along the side of the road. Within seconds he had just missed our mailbox (even though Nat is convinced he had to have hit it with his mirror) and continued across the side road coming to a full bang-on stop by hitting the concrete culvert over the stream and running under the road. He had flown by at such a high speed that he managed to open both doors to our mailbox. At this point a pick-up truck followed behind with great speed, along with a couple of pedestrians running behind. Nat and I have now opened the garage door to see what in hell just happened and we could hear the voices declaring “Oh yeah, he’s really tipsy“.

Nat walked over to where the vehicle had landed and talked to a few folks to see what happened. Apparently this vehicle was a large pick-up truck that had just rammed into another vehicle that was backing out of his driveway further up the road. After the pick-up truck drove over the curb, leaving behind clumps of dirt and grass, he continued on down past our house at such a speed we could only assume he was trying to make a get-away. The pick-up truck that followed was trying to stop him and got lucky when this vehicle managed to find the concrete culvert. Nat had asked the volunteer fireman that lived just across from where the vehicle had landed, “Is he still in his truck”. “Nope”, replied the fireman, “he’s standing right there” whereupon Nat could see the driver was unharmed. By now the other volunteer fireman were passing by the accident in order to get to the firehall to pick up the fire truck to return to the accident in order to rescue whoever needed rescuing. Ironic, but true! The pick-up truck had come to a full stop with the front end up in the air and the bed of the truck in the ditch but managed to be rescued by the folks around him before the firemen arrived.

The police had now arrived and as soon as the officer got out of his vehicle he cuffed the driver of the pick-up truck. It was apparent the driver was drunk and the others standing around took hold of the Labrador dog that was riding along in the passenger seat. So with fire trucks in two sections of Dominion and police cars along side, we were both kept occupied watching the goings on and Nat getting updates from our neighbours who had also stepped outside after they, too, heard the bang. Our neighbour’s daughter knew a girl who lived up where the accident had occurred and, along with her father and their dog, wandered up to see exactly what had happened. From what they could tell there were no major injuries and the firemen were cleaning up the debris, while the police investigated.

After a half hour of standing outside, Nat and I returned to the warmth of our living room trying to make sense of the whole thing. We also counted our blessings that the drunk driver continued past our house and didn’t come to rest on our front lawn. As of today, we still have a constant reminder by looking out the front windows where we can see the tire tracks in the gravel alongside the road, straight as an arrow. He may have been drunk but somehow he kept a steady hand on the wheel – or maybe he was just too stupid and drunk to even think about putting his vehicle back onto the road. We were glad he was caught before anyone else got seriously injured.

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Author: Twila

Born and raised in a small town in Ontario, Canada, with 5 sisters and a brother. Now retired, my husband and I travel, play golf and am slowly renovating our new (old) home. After my kidney transplant in 1999, we've learned to enjoy life to the fullest. Nat and I have driven across Canada, taken an Alaskan cruise and drove home via the Northern United States. We've also been to Mexico, the Caribbean, the East Coast of Canada and Cape Breton. We've done the "Snowbird" thing, having lived in Destin, Florida for a couple of months of the year. In 2007 we changed our travel plans in order to move into and renovate our new "old" home, but hope to someday get back on the road again. We also love returning to Scotland (Nat's origin of birth) to visit his family and tour the Highlands and surrounding Isles.

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