And as we all know, when it came to learn how to drive a stick, I took a cue from the Tortoise of "Tortoise and the Hare" fame and opted for the "slow, but steady" approach.
But . . . BUT!
This weekend, I drove down to the Cities to visit my friend Sarah. Before I left on Friday morning, I discovered that Andy had left Post-It notes around the house that said "I love you!" While sweet, the gesture smacked of his wanting to make sure I went out with a message of love on the off chance that the trip ended with my untimely demise.
Luckily, the Post-Its can now simply be viewed as a sweet gesture, because I totally made it!
That's right. This gal made the five and a half hour trip (one way) all by her lonesome in a manual transmission. I learned cruise control, I gassed the car up two times en route, I did interstates. A Mother's Day miracle.
Well, maybe not a miracle, per se.
I opted to take the Baja on its first junket over the county line in a year to Sarah's because I've driven to Sarah's many, many times and am very confident of the route. (Other Cities dwelling friends, I will catch you next time!)
Sarah and I spent a pretty low key weekend doing some shopping, eating, and catching up. As two non-mothers, unaware of the flowery focus of Mother's Day, we accidentally braved Bachman's greenhouse on the busiest day of the year other than Valentine's Day. When we weren't playing bumper cars with our fellow customers, we did get soak up a lot of flower therapy. Because I
After the successful trip to the Cities, on Monday, Andy decided it was time for me to learn how to drive the motor boat. Despite initially flooding the engine, it went quite well. That is, until we got to the dock and I realized I didn't know how to turn the motor off.
Don't worry, boat, dock and passengers are all fine; we just had to row our way out of the shoreline weeds to actually moor the boat to the dock.
Being able to drive myself wherever I please is huge boost to my sense of independence, which in turn positively impacts my happiness and well-being. But while I may no longer feel like I'm on house arrest, it'll be a while before I can jet off at the drop of a hat. Summer craziness (and scheduling inflexibility) is upon us. I started back at work full time this week, so postings may be sporadic until I get my sea legs back under me.