Last Saturday, my husband, our youngest daughter (the fabulous Sara Marian), and her wonderful fella, the multi-talented Zakary Kendall, headed down to Rough River State Resort Park to have lunch at the Lodge there.
It was not to be.
Five minutes away from our destination, we entered an intersection under the mistaken impression there was a four-way stop (there wasn’t) and had a close encounter of the crashy kind with a pick-up truck.
Nobody was hurt except me, because I’m as delicate as a flower and bruise like a peach. My chest hurt and my foot hurt, so the EMTs recommended I go get an x-ray.
So this is my first Thursday Doors photo this week:
That’s my foot, that big blobby thing. They wrapped it in a blanket and tied it up with bandages. I had a lovely ride, exchanging pictures of grandbabies with the guy who rode with me to monitor my blood pressure, which was, apparently, rather high.
And this is my second picture:
A woman came in to look at my foot. She was wearing a bright red set of scrubs and, by her brisk, reassuring manner, could only be a doctor. She was. Dr. Friend. The x-rays showed nothing broken so, as soon as our rescue ride arrived (the car was totaled), we left, with me wrapped in an Ace bandage and holding on to Sara.
I currently have a bruised-up foot and another bruised-up bit where the shoulder strap of the seat belt caught me (the left one, if you must know), but that’s the extent of all our injuries, so we got off light. Nobody in the other vehicle was injured at all. Sara said, the next day, “I’m so sore. I feel like I got hit by a truck. Oh, wait….”
It was now hours after our expected lunch-time, so we stopped in Leitchfield to eat at a little restaurant we’d eaten at before. It had changed hands, and was now the Rough River Pizza Company. Yay.
But wait! It really was yay! Charlie had a stuffed portabello so big its name on the menu was Fungus Hummungus. I had Artichoke Pancetta. I’m saving the pictures of those for Tuesday’s Fatal Foodies post and Wednesday’s food post here. They were delicious!
The one drawback, which was actually rather bemusing, was that the waitress said she thought they were out of coffee. I said, “If you’re out of coffee, just bring me some hot water.” She brought me this.
The decor was delightful. Oh, but first the front doors, which I only saw from this side, because we came in through the boring back door. Since I was hobbling, I couldn’t trot out and get a better picture of these.
Anyway, it was not an experience I want to repeat any time soon, and by “any time soon” I mean “ever,” but I wouldn’t mind a return to that restaurant.
This has been part of Norm Frampton’s Thursday Doors link-up. Go see Norm’s purty doors and click on the blue frog button there to find links to other folks’ posts.
A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: A character has a dreadful shock, followed by a pleasant surprise.