Most of you have heard about this, but just in case you haven't, a plane crashed at the opening to our neighborhood last Tuesday. Yes, you read right, I said a PLANE! For the news story, you can go here but let me tell you, the news is surprisingly brief. It's taken me this long to get enough distance to write about it here because, quite frankly, it really freaked me out. Let me explain why:
I've been trying to walk more: it's good for me, and essential for Lucy. My usual afternoon is for me to leave the house with Ryan in stroller and Lucy on the leash around 1:45 pm every day. I walk for 45 minutes, and then pick up the big boys at the bus stop at 2:30 pm. Monday night, I didn't sleep well, so I was really tired on Tuesday and fell asleep on the couch. I woke up at 1:45 and spent the next 10 minutes blearily putting on my tennis shoes and getting Ryan and Lucy ready and we were out the door by 1:55. I spent the next 5 minutes or so beating myself up for being lazy and not getting my walk in, all while walking towards the front of our neighborhood. I heard a "putt putt putt" sound, and promptly discounted it because I was dealing with a stubborn puppy and a grumpy toddler. Then, I heard (and felt) a BOOM! and looked up (finally). I decided that I must have imagined it, or that maybe it was a backfire, or something rolling off a truck - anything except a plane crashing into the ground. A few seconds later, I was disabused of that notion as I heard sirens and saw them stopping right at the entrance corner to our neighborhood. I still couldn't imagine what it was, until I got to the corner and saw the wreckage:
This is the thing, though: We should have been on that street, in that place, at exactly that moment. It was on my walking route, and that was where I was planning to be. If I hadn't fallen asleep on the couch, if Lucy were not being stubborn on the walk, if I had run instead of walked, if, if, if...In the end, there was one casualty - the pilot of the plane. Amazingly, no one else was even hurt. But the "coulda, shoulda, woulda's" have haunted me for the last few days. I'm okay now - really! :-) Which is why I can now write about it.
And if that weren't enough, we had some crashes in our family last week too:
Poor Ryan, he fell and scraped his face on a brick wall - OUCH! And then later that day he tripped on his own feet and bumped his head on a chair - HUGE goose egg on the side of his head. He would not let me take a picture - he kept running away from me. :) He's looking much better now, though.
Add that to the assorted bumps and bruises that are part of our every day life with three boys, and it was a rough week last week.
Here's to hoping this week goes better!
