Sunday Best: Garage Door Update

In a post earlier this week, I explained how a truck crashed into my garage door. On Tuesday afternoon after that post went live, I finally received a call from the insurance adjuster for the truck’s driver. He asked me to email him photos of the damaged garage door and an estimate.

On Wednesday morning, my friend Christine Valentine, who did the cover and profile pictures for my poetry collection, That’s Life, came and took the desired photos, one of which is below. While she was doing that, the owner of the day care center next door came out and apologized for the accident. She said she sent a notice to all parents, saying they are not to park in my driveway while dropping off or picking up their children. She told me that if I spotted any more cars in my driveway, I was to let her know. Chris suggested getting a NO TRESSPASSING sign and offered to pick one up for me at Home Depot the next time she was there.

This looked a lot worse after the accident happened, but the driver and the policeman straightened it as best they could.


Miracle of miracles, later that morning, I received the estimate from Roll N Rite, a company that installs and repairs garage doors. A contractor had come the day before and told me I would need to replace the garage door. I emailed his estimate, along with Chris’s photos, to the insurance adjuster. When I spoke to him on the phone the day before, he told me to wait 48 hours afterward.

On Friday afternoon, when I hadn’t heard back from the insurance adjuster, I called the company and was told they hadn’t received my email message. The gal who answered the phone suggested putting only the claim number in the subject line and sending the photos and attachment in separate messages, since their server could only handle so many megabytes of data per message. Why hadn’t the guy I’d talked to a few days earlier told me this, I wondered. Oh well, there was nothing to do but send everything again, this time in two separate messages. Friday night, another insurance agent called and told me I would be issued a check for the full amount of the estimate.

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Author Abbie Johnson Taylor

We Shall Overcome

How to Build a Better Mousetrap: Recollections and Reflections of a Family Caregiver

That’s Life: New and Selected Poems

My Ideal Partner: How I Met, Married, and Cared for the Man I Loved Despite Debilitating Odds

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Sunday Best: Symphony Concert

This past Thursday evening, I attended a concert by the Colorado Symphony at the Whitney Center for the Performing Arts here in Sheridan, Wyoming. Besides works by Bach, Mozart, and Haydn, the orchestra played a piece called Orawa by WOJCIECH KILAR. I usually don’t care for music by modern classical composers because much of it is atonal, but this wasn’t bad. Overall, it was a great concert.

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Author Abbie Johnson Taylor

We Shall Overcome

How to Build a Better Mousetrap: Recollections and Reflections of a Family Caregiver

That’s Life: New and Selected Poems

My Ideal Partner: How I Met, Married, and Cared for the Man I Loved Despite Debilitating Odds

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Sunday Best: Novel Idea

This past week, I started working on a new novel. I got the idea at a writing workshop I attended not too long ago. In response to a prompt to write about a memorable article of clothing, Harriet, an elderly woman in the group, shared a moving and powerful story that inspired me.

Harriet’s mother made her a red blouse when she was a teen-ager. I don’t remember the occasion. When Harriet was in college, one of her sorority sisters insisted she give her the dress. Harriet felt compelled to do this and has felt guilty ever since she saw the look in her mother’s eye after she told her what happened.

Here’s a rough synopsis of my story. The working title is The Red Dress. Eve’s mother made her a red dress, which she wore to her senior prom, accompanied by a boy she thought she loved. Then during the prom, she finds the boy having sex with her best friend in the back seat of his car.

Several months later, when Eve goes to college, despite the fact that she is still heartbroken, her mother insists she take the dress with her in case of a formal occasion. Her roommate Charlene finds the dress in her closet, and Eve is compelled to tell her the sad story. Charlene is sympathetic at first but then insists Eve give her the dress. When Eve hesitates, claiming her mother made the dress, Charlene calls her a crybaby, and Eve feels she has no choice but to give in.

Twenty years later, Eve is a bestselling author with a family. She receives a friend request from Charlene on Facebook, and against her better judgement, she accepts it. She then learns that Charlene has been diagnosed with terminal lung cancer and still has the red dress. I won’t spoil the ending for you, so you’ll just have to wait until I get it written and published.

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Author Abbie Johnson Taylor

We Shall Overcome

How to Build a Better Mousetrap: Recollections and Reflections of a Family Caregiver

That’s Life: New and Selected Poems

My Ideal Partner: How I Met, Married, and Cared for the Man I Loved Despite Debilitating Odds

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Sunday Best: Simply Sinatra

This past Tuesday evening, I attended a fun concert at the Wyo Theater. Vocalist Steve Lippia, along with a 10-piece band, performed many old standards, most of them made popular by Frank Sinatra. He shared anecdotes from his experiences as a singer and information about Sinatra and other artists. He ended the program with Sinatra’s “New York New York,” and we all sang along. His voice sounded almost like Old Blue Eyes, and I’m sorry my father, may he rest in peace, wasn’t there.

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Author Abbie Johnson Taylor

We Shall Overcome

How to Build a Better Mousetrap: Recollections and Reflections of a Family Caregiver

That’s Life: New and Selected Poems

My Ideal Partner: How I Met, Married, and Cared for the Man I Loved Despite Debilitating Odds

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Sunday Best: Writing Workshop

This past week, I attended a four-day writing workshop at The Sheridan Senior Center. We met for two hours each day. The instructor was Jane Elkington Wohl, a local author who taught English and creative writing at Sheridan College for years and has published several books of poetry.

This workshop focused on writing personal stories. Many participants were senior citizens. The main objective was for us to have tools to work with in our future writing. Jane gave us some great prompts, and we even learned about metaphors. Most of us, myself included, loved the workshop, and Jane promised to do it again next spring. I’ll be using some ideas I picked up in future blog posts, so stay tuned.

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Author Abbie Johnson Taylor

We Shall Overcome

How to Build a Better Mousetrap: Recollections and Reflections of a Family Caregiver

That’s Life: New and Selected Poems

My Ideal Partner: How I Met, Married, and Cared for the Man I Loved Despite Debilitating Odds

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Sunday Best: Lunch at the Senior Center

On Labor Day, I had lunch at the Sheridan Senior Center. The building was recently renovated. The lobby contains a lounge area and café where homemade soup, salad, sandwiches, and desserts can be purchased to take home during the week.

In the dining room, the food is now served on plates instead of the plastic trays they used in the past that reminded me of school cafeteria lunches. The tables now contain silverware, napkins, pitchers of water, and glasses. Before, you had to collect your silverware, napkin, and drink when you got your tray.

During the week, besides a main entre, there’s a soup and salad bar option. This wasn’t available on Monday because it was a holiday, so for lunch, I had a sloppy Joe, sweet potato fries, baked beans, apple sauce, and chocolate cake, which were all delicious. I’m looking forward to returning for lunch another day.

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Author Abbie Johnson Taylor

We Shall Overcome

How to Build a Better Mousetrap: Recollections and Reflections of a Family Caregiver

That’s Life: New and Selected Poems

My Ideal Partner: How I Met, Married, and Cared for the Man I Loved Despite Debilitating Odds

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Sunday Best: 75th Birthday Party

A week ago today, I attended my uncle’s 75th birthday party in Colorado Springs. I made the eight-hour drive down the day before with Aunt Junior and Uncle Roger, who live here in Sheridan, Wyoming. We stayed with Uncle Tony, the birthday boy and a retired lawyer, and Aunt Kitty, who live in a beautiful home in a neighborhood controlled by a homeowner’s association with a clubhouse across the street where the party was held.

The weather on the day of the party was perfect, only in the 80’s, though a bit breezy. It clouded up in the afternoon, but nothing came of it. Most of us sat outside, enjoying barbecued chicken and pork with potato salad and coleslaw and other sides. For dessert, there was a chocolate cake. I met many of Uncle Tony’s friends and colleagues, and his daughters, my cousins, all came from Denver with their families. We all had a wonderful time.

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Author Abbie Johnson Taylor

We Shall Overcome

How to Build a Better Mousetrap: Recollections and Reflections of a Family Caregiver

That’s Life: New and Selected Poems

My Ideal Partner: How I Met, Married, and Cared for the Man I Loved Despite Debilitating Odds

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