Bitterly cold for March this morning, wind chills in single digits, so I went out early to start my car for a doctor's appointment, another in the bp monitoring series. Car started fine, all well, off on the road to the medical arts building, found a parking spot, so far so good.
As I pushed the button to open the doors to the building, a few feet behind me came a sudden screech of metal, grinding, crashing, debris flying, I thought I'd broken the building, then looked back at the foot of the ramp where I was a minute earlier
And saw this. It's dangling over a drop to the lower level, seesawing on the retaining wall, front end gone, railing bits all over. I went inside, people already rushing to help. After I'd checked in at the doctor's receptionist, looked out, and there was my doctor attending the driver. Turns out she was shaken up but unhurt. The driver, not the doctor, who was as unflappable and chic as always.
After my appointment, at which my doctor commented that the bp was acceptable considering the event a few minutes earlier, the heavy lifters had arrived.
Once home, pot of tea and a little miniature break which I want to share with you.
Seasonal scene here.
And a timely antiwar scene
