Just stuff. Scary stuff and mommy stuff.

Had a very close call on the freeway yesterday. Stupid flatbed truck dumped a camper shell off, ahead of me and one lane over to the right. You know how things can sometimes go right into slow motion? It was like that, so that I watched it slowly bounce and shatter, and a spray of glass shards seemed to envelope my car; yet I had time to flinch, and squeeze my eyes shut, and still ease over, pacing the camper shell as it bounced, and I was able to squeak right past. In the rearview mirror I watched traffic pile up behind me as the shell settled in my lane where I had just been. Crawled off at my exit, trembling for awhile -- that kind of thing really shakes me up. Not too long ago something similar happened with a ladder falling off in front of me, again with happy results. Now I'm nervous about when the third time will happen.

Maybe that's why I've been fairly quiet the last couple of days -- residual effects.

On a happier note, today was my Little One's tenth birthday. Double digits -- whoot! She's been so excited about it. She just told a little girl who has entered kindergarten, "Hang onto it. From now on your life is going to fly!" Hee. Words from the wise 5th grader. We went to the Moroccan restuarant to celebrate, and danced with the belly dancer, my good friend who managed to get the whole restaurant up and dancing, including the waiter and waitress, and my husband. A total blast; one of the most fun places we know. Maybe I'll have my 50th there. Hey, not for a couple of years still!

In hobbit fashion, my daughter has a birthday gift to give: two poems. I asked her if I could post them, and she was fine with that, but she would object if she knew it was hobbit tradition: she is totally crushing on Legolas and could care less about hobbits. Go figure.

( Warning! Proud mommy stuff here... read at your own risk. )