I had the best of intentions to get up and make it to church today. But there was another car in my yard.
I’m fairly sure that our house resides in the Bermuda Triangle for cars.
We had just finished watching the reboot of The Karate Kid (which really should be called the Kung Fu Kid) and had sent the kids to get their jammies on when I saw lights flashing through the front windows. J came a-running from his bedroom saying, “A crash! There was a crash!” and at first we thought he was making it up. I figured the lights had been somebody taking the corner too fast in front of the house and skidding a little, Dukes of Hazzard style. Little did I know that the lights I saw was a Jeep driving through our lawn, across the driveway, narrowly missing my sister’s car and the mailbox, across the lawn on the other side, swerving to miss our giant pine tree, rolling over (yes. ROLLING OVER) and landing in front of my neighbor’s house across the street facing the opposite direction.
As far as I know, the driver is ok. Thank goodness. She was able to walk to the ambulance. The policemen did pull more than one bottle of alcohol from the vehicle so that does explain her impaired judgement somewhat.
Our poor traumatized children. It’s just now occurring to me that J probably saw the crash. And L is afraid to go to sleep. She wrote an account of what happened (maybe I should start a blog for her?) and created a sign for her window warning others to watch out for broken glass on the lawn.
So anyway, God, we probably won’t be making it to the 7:30 service. But I did want to thank you for watching over my family, the driver and my neighbors. This accident could have been so much worse than it was. If my sister had parked in the driveway. Or if the driver had swerved into the giant tree.
Thank goodness the damage is just a little sod that can be regrown.