This morning I walked outside to put Buddha and Stella in the car to take them for their morning runs and look what I found!
A smashed tail light. A scraped up bumper. A squished wheel well.
I also found a note. Linda Martinez left me a note telling me she had touched my vehicle. She also left me her phone number. I've been calling her all morning, but so far I've only gotten her answering machine. I'm hopeful, though. Most people who leave a note, also have insurance. So while this is a huge pain in the ass, it isn't the end of the world. And my car was just sitting there parked. No one was hurt. No animals were harmed. It's just going to be one more thing on my big long list of things that need to be done.
Meanwhile, is anyone else sad about the passing of Ed Bradley or is it just me? I'm really sad. As you all know, we no longer have television at ChezNaked. But when I was a younger Nakedjen, 60 Minutes was a staple of my Sunday evening fare. I watched it pretty religiously. Far more religiously than I ever attended church. Ed Bradley's interviews were always my favorite. Especially when he was interviewing a musician or a film director. His own passion for the arts, and especially for jazz, always came shining through and you, too, got swept up in the glee you know he felt at being able to share those moments as both a fan and a reporter. I remember Ed Bradley as a White House correspondent, as the reporter from the floors of the political conventions, as the man who just seemed to always give it to me straight. I honestly feel like a part of my own history is now gone.
It makes me sad to find out that he died of complications from leukemia. I know that our most public figures lead very private lives. But I wish that I had known. Maybe I could have helped him in some small way? I would have certainly tried to help.
I will miss him. I really will.
NaBloPoMo links for today:
Fly Around My Pretty Little Mess
Four Legged Furry Penguins
Fruit Loops and Porn
I'll also remind all of you that it's Friday. So go get naked. For at least a few minutes. And remind yourself just how absolutely beautiful and lovely you are. Every single inch.
