The Ides of March

Three years ago, on the Sunday before the Ides of March, I totalled my 1997 Confetii Blue Toyota Rav 4 . Given it was March 13, I guess I was lucky it wasn't on a Friday. I hit a patch of ice, skidded to the other lane, and flipped 360 degrees. When my car finished rolling, I was pointing east instead of west (i.e. pointing in the correct direction considering what side of the road I was now on). My engine was still running, the radio still playing, and I was about 20 feet into a neighbor's yard.

My first thought: "Sh**!! I just totalled my car! "
My second thought: "Seat belts work!"
The rest of my thoughts that day: "Sh**!! I totalled my car!"

I loved that car. It was my middle-aged crisis car, even though I wasn't in one. It was seven years old. It was paid for. I wanted to keep it forever and ever (or at least another 7 years). I have another Rav now. It's isn't quite the same, though.

I drive by that same spot a few times a week as it is just down the road from where I live (most car accidents occur within 25 miles of your house). Every day that I go by this house and see the big oak tree that I missed by mere inches, I mourn my Confetti Blue Toyota Rav 4.

Today, I celebrate that I have passed the second Sunday after the Ides of March where I haven't totalled my car.

Above something I've started as a gift a Friends Sampler from Hillside Samplings. On 32 count Flax linen.