Carol's random babble

It's been an interesting month so far. I wrecked the Escort and it's looking like we're going to be lucky to get a couple hundred dollars for it, if anything. That's the "loss of use" amount offered by the other insurance company. They are claiming I'm 50 percent responsible for the accident when I was driving on a street with no stop sign for me, but their (15-year-old) driver had a stop sign. The amount for the car will probably go to the finance company. So, we won't be able to replace the car. Kent's car is still out of commission. Kent's still recovering from knee replacement surgery and has to go to physical therapy three times a week. I'm driving my niece's '92 Pontiac Grand Prix, which is a total gas hog. It's solidly built, though, which is better if we are in an accident. I signed up for NaNoWriMo but haven't written anything. The end of the month is coming up awfully fast. The Lifestyle editor at work has been ou...

Here's a review of my week so far: Saturday: I wrecked my car. Donna had to drive me home. I was on my way to work when the accident happened, and although I didn't think I was injured, I was a complete wreck mentally. Sunday: Big children's program at church and I teach a children's class, so I had to be there. Donna picked us up and took us home. This was after her first night on a new shift: 10 p.m. to 7 a.m. Monday: Suzanna picked me up (around 3 p.m.) and drove me to town. We stopped at the tow yard to take pictures of the car. I got my check early (instead of Thursday) so I could put insurance on Suzanna's "spare" car, a 92 Pontiac Grand Prix. The insurance company for the other driver (who caused the accident) still isn't being very helpful about my transportation needs, and I needed a car desperately. I got to work late. Oh, and Amanda was home because she was sick. Tuesday: Kent had knee replacement surgery and had to be at the hospital at...