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Day Four: “But It’s So Confusing!”

I wish my nails were as nice as this stock photo person's are.

I wish my nails were as nice as this stock photo person’s are.

When the Daughters were learning to drive, Hubby became Super Dad.  He had infinite patience with their behind-the-wheel time and knew just what to say to keep the lesson an educational and soothing one.  Me, I spent most of my time saying “OK, OK, OK you can use the brakes now like now now NOW!” which is why I did one session with each and that was the end.  But back to Super Dad.  He was terrific with them and outfitted them with everything they could ever need:

  • The AAA card so they would never be stranded.
  • Jumper cables.  I don’t think they knew the car had a battery, but whatevs.
  • Emergency flares.
  • Solar blanket.
  • A neat carrying case for everything.
  • Maps

This last one mystified them both.  “What do I need these for?”

Super Dad was baffled.  “How else will you know where you’re going if you’ve never been there before?”

Driving Daughters pull out cell phones and point to apps for Scout and Google Maps.

Super Dad was even more baffled.  “Okay, but you need the bigger picture.  You know how many times those things are wrong?  And what about when you need to exit a highway to find a Dunkin Donuts or a bathroom, you need the map to know how to get back!”

Driving Daughters shrugged and went on their merry ways.

Recently Super Dad pulled out a map for a trip one of them was planning and pointed out the route and where the best driving might be.  He gestured at various cities that built loops and beltways and discussed the merits of each one and their relation to the overall trip.  He turned the map over to show the larger cities in their own little maps and where they might want to stop for a meal.  Satisfied he had made his point, he folded up the map expertly and handed it to the Daughter.

“That’s too hard and confusing,” she said.  “It’s easier to use the phone.”

“Please,” he said.  “Just take the map.  Just in case.”

She relented, more to make him happy than to actually use it,

To this day, I don’t believe either one has ever looked at a map to get a picture in their head of where they might be traveling.  The punchline to all this, of course, is that they both majored in History in college.  Hello!  Where would History be without maps?????

Super Dad just smiles.

That's my new swear word when I'm driving now.

That’s my new swear word when I’m driving now.

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Talking in My Head to My Daughters

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(apparently my head is in water right now)

 

Yesterday when I woke up, I thought about several things.

  •  I needed to look at a used car because I must have been crazy to think a college girl could bring a minivan to campus.  That’s the equivalent of me riding a push scooter to high school.  Not that I’m worried about my kids being cool, but just think of what people would say about me.
  •  The house is in a state of flux.  Younger in a holding pattern for the next four weeks before departing for college (senior year holy cow), the anticipated arrival of Older, my massive move of all the teaching things now residing in the living room…. Oh look at that, it’s time to fool around on Pinterest. 
  •  There’s so much flitting around in this cranium space that needs to get out, although if I’m pressed to say what it is, I couldn’t possibly catch one elusive coherent thought, except “And what am I going to fix for dinner tonight?  You know I could just make a box of pasta and throw some veggies in there and some cheese but your dad would say that’s not dinner and where’s the real dinner and how about he just makes melted cheese on toast which for some weird reason irks me.  Time to raid the freezer, I guess.  I hope he likes ice cubes for dinner.” 

What? Have you no run-on sentences in your brains?

Today it’s another dreary, sticky, humid day, with lots of clouds.  When the internal temperature is 79 degrees at 9:00 in the morning, that’s when I do my best imitation of a sloth.  But there can be no sloth-like movements today!  Today there needs to be stuff done!  Why?  Because yesterday I gave my best imitation of a sloth.

(if I had a picture of a sleepy sloth, this is where it would be.)

Not really.

Yesterday I actually got myself out of the house twice, can you believe it?  First I looked at a car for Younger.  Well, I went to look at a car that had been listed on the website, but the car dealer laughed and said it was sold last week.  Well, he didn’t laugh as much as chuckle and admit he doesn’t update the site very often.  Then he said to come back Friday. 

No sloth-like activity on Friday, then!

 (insert alert and bright-eyed sloth here)

After that, I got milk at the convenience store.  I can hear your breathless anticipation from here.  And just how convenient is it when the milk is located all the way in the back of the store AND it costs $4.09 for a gallon?  We conveniently empty your wallet, that’s how!

 Then I went out again!  With Younger!  To the recycling center!  The fun just never lets up here at Casa Sloth.

But today I need to turn those blueberries I bought at the Farmer’s Market into something, probably muffins, so I will ignore my sore throat; I will ignore the urge to sloth; I will be productive.  Right after my second cup of tea.  And a visit (in my head) to that lovely place up there.  It looks nice.

Procrastination, baby! 

 Oh, and yesterday your dad wasn’t even home for dinner, so he missed out on my spectacular spaghetti and meatballs.  And a showing of Sleepless in Seattle.  Don’t tell him, but I’ve always loved Tom Hanks. 

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