Into The Blanket Fort

First, they're both ok, but Subversive Dad and Zuul got hit by a car Tuesday evening.

By "hit", I mean Subversive Dad was backed into while walking with Zuul-in-stroller.  While he couldn't avoid the hit, his spidey senses were tingling, and he just knew something utterly stupid was about to occur.  So, he took the hit, and managed to push the stroller out of harms way.

I convinced him to take Zuul with him to the polling station, just a few locks up the busy road from us.  It was Provincial Election day here in BC, and we are not ones to take our voting privilleges lightly.  I had made it there and back, unscathed, so thought nothing of it.  I forgot to take into account that he was going during rush hour, with just a little over two hours left until the polls closed.  Combine this with a driver-centric town, with hardly any real sidewalks, and people that seem to have never seen pedestrian in their lives, and we have the perfect storm.

The idiot didn't even look behind her as she tried to back out onto the road.  Who the fuck does that?

Zuul was untouched, just shaken by dad's yelling.  Subversive Dad is nursing a bruised elbow and achy bicep and shoulder, not from how the car backed into him, but from how he drove his elbow into the car in rage, and to get the driver's attention, since yelling, flailing and baby cries failed.  He estimates he delivered about $1,000.00 worth of damage to her vehicle.  Neither of us condone property damage, but never underestimate the instinctive rage of a parent who just managed to save their baby from being run over, taking the hit in the process.

By the time he was done yelling at her, she drove off in tears.  I think she got off really lucky, but not nearly as lucky as I am that I still have my family, all in one piece.  My partner, my hero.  My daughter's hero.  To lose either or both would destroy me.

Since we moved to Langford, I have seen my life flash before my eyes more times than I can count just walking across the streets.  It's a huge problem here.  To say I'm angry and put off by this part of town is putting it mildly.

So, Zuul and I will be hiding under our blanket forts for a while, pretending we're back in our cozy little bubble in Port Moody, where we only had to worry about the gang war and the odd black bear encounter.