So I’m driving home on Saturday night, after the bloggers yearly gathering at the St. Regis Hotel. It’s 10:00 pm and I’m on the freeway with my car filled with carefully selected decorative pumpkins and little tiny orange and black pansies for a party I’m having on Sunday.
We have guests staying at the house so I am in a hurry.
There’s been construction on the freeway for two years building the new Port Mann bridge but I have never noticed that in actual fact the speed limit is 80 km.
I get pulled over for excessive speeding (130 km), which by the way is not hard to do, basically I’m driving the same speed as everyone around me. So there I am, in the middle of the free way, in between both lanes, mounds of gravel all around me.
My car gets impounded for 7 days, so it’s a good thing I’m leaving for Toronto at 6:30 am Monday morning for an entire week to lead one of my workshops. The tow truck comes immediately and takes my car.
I have this fleeting thought that maybe instead of seeming annoyed when the policeman approaches my window, I should be charming and maybe I’ll get out of this $360 ticket. But then I remember I am not 19.
So I end up standing there, waiting for a ride, surrounded by pumpkins and pansies and all the stuff, samples, etc that I might need from my car.
The positive side of this is that if my car is actually going to be taken from me for seven days, at least the timing is convenient.
Today is the full moon and it’s beautiful, but mostly I think when the full moon comes around each month, I should go into silence. And just nod and smile politely, until it’s all over.
Does the full moon ever affect you?