I had this idea for a blog entry yesterday - something about the economy, some non-fiction I read by Asimov years ago, and the full moon that I saw on Monday night as I was taking the dog out. Maybe I'll still write it. But I planned to write it yesterday after I got home from taking my Mom and her cat to the veterinarian, a specialist about 45 minutes from her house (and 1 1/2 hours from mine, almost). Plenty of daylight, I thought, before the kids get home and soccer takes over our lives.

But fate has a way of intervening. As I was driving home, I was hit from behind - pretty hard, too - by an ambulance (of all things). I was stopped at a red light, about the 6th car, and the light had, I believe, just turned green when I got a big big jolt behind me. I looked out the rear view mirror, and there was the word "AMBULANCE" in the mirror. Not backward. You know how they write them backward on the vehicle so that you can read it in your rear view mirror? Well, it works. Especially when they're rammed up against the back of your van.

I wasn't hurt (everyone kept asking, thanks to all of them at the scene), but it took the cops 1 hour and 10 minutes after the accident to show up. 1 HOUR AND 10 MINUTES!!! They're right there if you're speeding, however. I called three times. Finally, at 3:20 pm, a cop showed up to make the report.

I had to call my wife at work to call my mother in law to go pick up the kids at school. I pulled in at the same time they did, so it was a good thing we called her, because I would have been about 10 minutes late.

The van's drivable, though the ambulance wasn't (radiator fluid all over the street!).

As I thought about it I realized that the driver of the ambulance never even said "sorry" for obviously being at fault in the accident. I suppose for liability reasons he didn't want to admit fault to me, though since I was STOPPED AT A RED LIGHT AND HE REAR ENDED ME I'd say it is pretty obvious who was at fault. I would have been more sympathetic to him had he said ANYTHING other than "do you want to go to the hospital?" I would have. In fact, I did. I had something similar happen to me where I was on the wrong end of the fault. I was at a light and the cars in front of me started to move, and so did I, but something distracted me, and they stopped moving, and I didn't.

Obviously my fault. I said as much to them. Why not? It WAS my fault. (They were claiming medical problems and such from an impact that couldn't have been at more than 4 or 5 miles an hour since we were at a full stop and they weren't more than 10 feet in front of me when I hit them. I had no such medical problems, and I doubt that they did either.)

Anyway, I sort of lost my inspiration for that blog entry, but it might come back, so I'll save it for another day. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe a week. Whatever.