“ALL’S WELL THAT ENDS WELL”

Stuff happened in the past week that could have ended badly, but didn’t.  Someone Up There still likes me. First, I seriously scraped the right front bumper and fender of my pristine, pre-owned Honda Accord, trying to wedge into a narrow spot next to a wall at Baltimore’s Charles Street Theater garage.  I heard the dreaded grating sound, but didn’t look until after I’d seen the movie, Woody Allen’s “Magic in the Moonlight,” which delighted and diverted me from such mundane matters as repair costs.

I’d noticed the icon indicating low gas on the way from Bel Air, and planned to fill up before returning, but annoyed about the accident, I forgot.  When the car slowed down in a neighborhood near home, I just had time to park at the curb.  I  couldn’t call AAA, having forgotten my cell phone, and walked up to a man in the driveway to ask to borrow his.  David, the Good Samaritan,  happened to have a container of gas handy, and  donated enough to get me moving.  I could have stalled for hours on Rt. 695 or 95, or been rear-ended while waiting for help. I’m taking David’s advice to never get below a quarter tank from now on.

The next day my back bumper hit an unnoticed high curb behind me as I backed out after Mass. I pulled up a bit, got out to see the pitted scrape, and a woman coming out of church stopped to commiserate. I told her what had happened yesterday, saying I knew car scars were annoying, but not that important in the scheme of life.  She agreed, then told me she was soon starting chemotherapy for an abdominal tumor. I shared my story of surviving a bad prognosis, and we parted with a hug. A body shop has now expensively restored the car to its pristine state.

Several days later, Angel was lying quietly near the patio door, chewing on a rawhide bone, and suddenly began choking and gasping for breath.  I tried to soothe her, brought her a bowl of water, but she wouldn’t drink. When I  lifted her up on her legs, she couldn’t stand and fell down again.  So I carried her to the car and drove to the Animal Emergency Hospital, thankful I knew the way since Honey had been treated there. I was terrified to lose her too. At a red light I offered her water again, she drank it thirstily, and when we arrived, walked briskly around the lot on her leash.  A couple who’d just left their dog asked if they could help, and advised me to have her checked out anyway. An X-ray showed some irritation in her throat, but nothing stuck there.  For a couple of days I fed her a soft diet.

Then, leaving Angel at her groomer, Bon Bon, I visited The Stale Fish and Boat Company, a nearby surfer shop. Not that I’m thinking of taking up surfing at this late date  — though a recent balance test showed my equilibrium is excellent — but I enjoy browsing among the colorful clothes and jewelry there. A brilliantly green parrot sitting on top of its open cage looked right at me and said “Hello.”  Never can ignore a friendly overture, so walked over to return the greeting, raised my arm to pet him — and he flew down and bit my outstretched hand.  Ouch!  A clerk pried him loose and I washed up in the bathroom.  No skin broken, but it smarted for a while.  After, I saw the sign: “Parrot bites.” I hadn’t seen the sign above Angel’s cage either, but when I put in my hand to touch her sweet face, she gently licked my fingers. I asked to hold her, then took her for a lively walk — and I knew we were meant to be together.

What I’ve learned:  Don’t squeeze car into narrow spaces.  Fill gas tank when down to a quarter. Look behind car before backing up. No more rawhide bones for Angel. Observe warning signs, but follow your feelings.  Keep reaching out — you’ll get hurt now and then, but you just might get loved.

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5 Comments »

  1. Patty said

    Hi!!! I love hearing your posts!!! I would live to meet Angel sometime 🐾🐩💕🐾
    Hollywoof is moving to Freeport in September it’s overwhelming but we are all happy about the move. My daughter is having a girl Christmas time her name is Holly Nieve Doherty xoxo love Patty xo

  2. Eileen, I am pleased to hear that despite many mishaps that everything worked out well for you in the end. Take care.

  3. kathleen runacres said

    HI EILEEN,

    THEY SAY EVERYTHING HAPPENS IN THREES..I THINK YOU ARE SAFE FOR A WHILE NOW. NO MORE INCIDENTS.  GLAD EVERYTHING  TURNED OUT OK AND BE CAREFUL!!!  HOW IS THE NEW BABY…YOU MUST BE HAVING A BALL WITH THE  TWO GRAND BOYS..

    HOPE TO TALK TO YOU SOON..JUST CAME HOME FROM OUT EAST..HAD A VERY NICE WEEK-END.

    TALK TO YOU SOON, KATHLEEN

  4. mlm1932@aol.com said

    As usual, I enjoyed every word. I love Woody’s movies, next time, call me! I had a fender scrape, too. So annoying.

  5. C Jackson said

    Finally have a few moments to myself and am glad I stopped by your blog for a browse. Always happy to hear that you seem to escape your mishaps relatively unscathed and it’s lovely to see someone who always seeks the silver lining.

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