There is an undeniable freedom in getting into the driver's seat of a car with the keys in your hand. Most stuff I need to do, I can walk or I call my sisters. But sometimes I think they will think it's a pain or ridiculous. You know....a "la, la, la".
My Marine is marching a parade tomorrow. Jen and I are supposed to go to Grace's cottage. This parade is 60 some odd miles further north and west.
In my previous life, I would have just gone. Now I have to consider how much I want to impose.
3 years ago