Yesterday was beautiful, but the driving conditions on the badly-plowed roads in my area were lousy.
I was almost home after a post office/shopping/Christmas card copying excursion when I spun out on a patch of black ice and this happened.
All I can say is, thank God for sturdy Scandinavian automobiles. Thank God I was driving the posted speed limit. Thank God the roadside snow bank slowed my descent. Thank God I hit the birch saplings instead of the massive 200 year old oak right beside them. Thank God for cellphones. Thank God my husband was only 5 minutes away.
I emerged--on the passenger side--without a scratch or even a bruise. The car is still drive-able, but it already has an appointment at the body shop.
And especially warm thanks to all you countless, nameless Good Samaritans who stopped to see if I was okay and offered help! Our tow truck man did arrive, eventually, after a long wait. He was having a busy day....
We were supposed to go to a party that afternoon/evening, just down the road from the scene of my accident. But I was feeling a little shaken and not terribly sociable--and more than a little reluctant to confront that treacherous stretch of road again. In the dark.