My husband, Rick, and I had planned a trip down to our daughter’s house this week. We were going to visit her and her family; Rick was going to take our 16-year-old grandson, Tyler, out to play golf and then to a Boys-Night-Out dinner. We were going to visit Rick’s 93-year-old father, and I was going to have lunch with my former employer. It was going to be a great visit, and we were going to leave on Wednesday.
Sunday I started getting sick, and by Tuesday night I knew I couldn’t make the trip. Rick wanted to cancel completely, but I insisted he go by himself. We had planned to drive our Scion, which gets great gas mileage, instead of our Excursion, which gets terrible mileage. After much discussion, Rick agreed to go on the trip alone, but he was going to leave the Scion for me and take the Excursion.
The reason for the vehicle switch is because I have never driven the Excursion. Never. It is too long. It is too wide. The thought of driving it just scares me. Rick didn’t want to leave me with a vehicle that I couldn’t drive, but I said… “Really, look at me… do you think I’m going anywhere?” We talked about any possible “emergencies,” and I said IF one came up, I’m sure I could “woman-up” and drive the Excursion…. if I absolutely, positively HAD to. Take the Scion, I told him. It will save us a lot of money in gasoline costs.
So on Wednesday morning, Rick left on his trip in the Scion and I crawled into bed to rest. By that afternoon, I knew I was getting worse instead of better. I had to make a doctor’s appointment…. I couldn’t wait until Rick got home on Friday. That meant I would HAVE to drive the Excursion.
I crawled out of bed, got dressed, and (in the rain, no less!!) drove it the 1/2 mile to our mail box. Surprisingly, I did just fine. So I called my doctor and made an appointment for the next afternoon.
I’m so glad I did. I have an ear infection, Strep throat, and a nasty cold. I left with medicine that will help me feel better. Soon, I hope!
But as I was arriving home, I couldn’t help but stop for a second and capture this image at the top of our driveway. You see how the hood of the car is pointing toward the left? The driveway takes a sharp turn there to the right. So it’s a blind spot for me. I couldn’t see over the hood, and just hoped I turned far enough right to stay on the road and not topple down the hill.
I’m pretty proud of myself! But again, I was desperate… and desperation beats trepidation any day.