After my race on Sunday, I’m walking back to the car with Richard, his lovely (and very pregnant) wife, and Eyrleigh, their little bundle of joy (trouble? :-). There’s nothing quite like the long walk to the car after the race. We were heading back to their hotel room for a quick shower then a lunch. I remembered that I had left my wallet and my cell phone lying in the cubby hole in front of the gear lever. I was worried somebody would break my window and steal my wallet, not that there was anything of value in it. When I got to my car, the windows was STILL DOWN from when I had rolled into the park. I had grabbed my gear, locked the doors, and left the window open. LOL… My wallet and cell phone were, of course, untouched. This is the kind of thing that happens when you hang out with the right crowd.
My father has been fighting bacterial meningitis. He’s a tough old coot. The doctors said that the number they use to gauge the severity of the infection was 15,000, and he’d never seen anybody survive over 10,000. Not only did my father survive, but he is well on his way back to recovery. Dee Dee and I drove down to Mobile Monday morning, one of the perks of being able to work off site. The back road we took to the hospital goes past a small lake, and as we were passing, I saw a little box turtle just a bookin it across the road. I make a quick u-turn and pull up in the middle turn lane, just as the turtle enters the traffic lane in the other direction. I see that a car is coming, and I won’t reach the turtle in time, so I stick my hand out the window and point at the turtle.
Well, evidently, the driver thought I was trying to flag him down, cause he kept going and pulled up beside me. I cringed and listened for the sickening crunch, but heard nothing.
What can I do for you sir, the driver asked? Oh nothing, I said. There’s a turtle crossing the road and I didn’t want you to run him over. I’m not sure what the guy thought, but without further comment he took off, and there was the turtle, in his shell on its back, undamaged. The car tire had hit him and flipped him over. I rushed to him quickly and grabbed him by his shell and the little bugger hissed at me. Yup, I thought. The little guy is going to be just fine.
My dad was pretty out of it. Talking about all kinds of strange things and just rambling on and on, making no sense. While we were there, Janette, his wife and my step-mother, checked him to see if he was wet, and he tried to be funny, opening his eyes wide and going “woo woO WOOO!”. When we all laughed, he pulled up his night gown and did it again. At that point, we knew he was going to be just fine.