Foolish Choices

RAF Brize Norton is a bit west of Oxford and south of the M40. My lovely (not) GPS had taken me from the M4 at Healthrow north to the M40 yesterday morning before routing me around Robinhood’s barn to get there.

Today, on the return, I was gong to be more sensible. I planned on going south and a bit east, cutting across country to the A34, then south to the M4 and east to my usual exit right near Bracknell.

130 km turned into a 4 hour trek. The going was not always fast, but it was not painful till I got on the M4 heading toward London.

Some foolish person or another, as it turned out, became confused in a construction zone. They managed to hit the barriers on both sides of the road before taking out five other cars before flipping their van up on its side facing the wrong direction. Needless to say, it took more than a few minutes to clear out the mess which was compounded by the fact that several idiots in the other direction managed to have themselves a complete tangle secondary to viewing the accident rather than watching their side of the road.

I crawled in the door four hours after I left, made myself a thermos of cider and climbed into bed.

I will deal with the world in the morning when I feel better.

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About Holly

fiber person - knitter, spinner, weaver who spent 33 years being a military officer to fund the above. And home. And family. Sewing and quilting projects are also in the stash. After living again in Heidelberg after retiring (finally) from the U.S. Army May 2011, we moved to the US ~ Dec 2015. Something about being over 65 and access to health care. It also might have had to do with finding a buyer for our house. Allegedly this will provide me a home base in the same country as our four adult children, all of whom I adore, so that I can drive them totally insane. Considerations of time to knit down the stash…(right, and if you believe that…) and spin and .... There is now actually enough time to do a bit of consulting, editing. Even more amazing - we have only one household again. As long as everyone understands that I still, 40 years into our marriage, don't do kitchens or bathrooms. For that matter, not being a golden retriever, I don't do slippers or newspapers either. I don’t miss either the military or full-time clinical practice. Limiting my public health/travel med/consulting and lecturing to “when I feel like it” has let me happily spend my pension cruising, stash enhancing (oops), arguing with the DH about where we are going to travel next and book buying. Life is good!
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