A Brush With Death!!!!

Oh, My dear lightly-floured-and-sauteed-in-butter readers, what a day I've had!!!

It started out normally enough: Still working on those finishing little touches on both The Lodge and the Game Room, but soon it was time for me to take a load of stuff to the dump. So I loaded up Sven and set off.

Things were fine until I was waiting in line at the transfer station, with my foot on the brake. Suddenly, we weren't braking, and the Sven was moving towards the truck in front of us! Remembering my driver's ed training from those long-ago days at Abraham Lincoln High School, I put dear Sven in Neutral, and used the emergency brake to stop us, and we were fine. But our brakes were shot. gone. no longer there. We were sans brakes.

I got through the whole transfer station experience, but there was no way I was going to risk driving all the way back to Chez Vel-DuRay, so I steered us to Second Use, and called both the Auto Club and The Colonel.

Soon Sven was on his way back to the repair shop who had fixed his brakes a few weeks back, and I was enjoying a restorative cocktail on the veranda. While at Second Use, I found a lovely new painting, which even now is hanging in the Sala Grande (pics will be forthcoming) but really - how much more dramatic can a day get?

Tomorrow, I'll try to get some pics of The Lodge Room and the Game Room, but The Major Concern is beckoning to me to take a pre-employment physical. The life of a transitioning homemaker is one mad rush!