Yesterday I drove Julie to a gig way far away. They said it was an hour and a half away but that time estimation was left that on the boardroom floor.
(What does that mean?)
Anyway we left at 4 and by 4:30 it was dark.
Since driving in the dark is one of the things that I “left on the boardroom floor” in my sixties, Julie kept offering to drive.
Now Julie doesn’t drive much and she has been known to bump into stuff so I resisted.
(don’t judge her. the stuff she bumped into were those rubber cones that shouldn’t have been on the FDR anyway)
I will say I was tempted to give her the wheel anyway since it was harder to see than I expected.
“Jules, it’s really dark. Do you think my lights are okay?”
And I fiddled with them.
Silly me. It seems I didn’t turn them on.
Man you’d be surprised how much better you can drive with the lights on.
Maybe there’s a bunch more stuff I thought I couldn’t do any more that one little twist will make possible.
I’m gonna go back and give a try to long jumping and ballet and even soccer.
Where did I put my soccer helmet?
Oh yeah, Julie was wonderful.