I made an unexpected trip over the hill to check on my mother. Everything turned out fine, but when someone is 98, you never know. And so I came. The trip interrupted several days of volunteering at a middle school, something I love to do, but these things can’t be planned or helped. My mother has an awesome young doctor who makes house calls, at least for his patients in their nineties. I don’t know his policy for other ages, but for my mother who no longer leaves the house, this is a wonderful and much appreciated service.
The trip gave me a chance to stock their shelves again with the paper products they use so much of. I’m also getting more of the polishing/final go through of my book, “Rhyaden” than I would have this week, had I stayed at home and been a volunteer. Well, I can’t say that one for sure, because I’ve been asked to run many errands, and they seem to take up more of the day than I think they will. Plus, there are two days of driving five and a half hours each way, so if I really examine it closely, my progress is not going to turn out any different than I had originally planned for.
The weather was nice and the drive was fairly easy, although the traffic is incredible anymore. How do kids learn to drive these days? My dad took me out in the country and we drove around until I got it. There is no country nowadays, just bumper to bumper traffic everywhere. I learned on a stick shift. It’s probably good that kids don’t have to deal with stick shifts now. The old lurch and stall experienced by most beginners in my day wouldn’t go so well with today’s road rage.
We called our old International pickup “Nellie Bell.” Does anyone name their vehicles today?