I’ll Drive

(This is Suzy, just chiming in.)

I’ve become a bad driver.  Not sure how bad (you’d have to ask Steve), but I’m definitely out of practice.  Before the pandemic, I drove at least a few times a week.  To art class or the fabric store or my quilting group.  Sometimes I’d even go to the farther Costco just because it was different.

But March brought a stop to us going pretty much anywhere at all.  When we did go places, we were so excited to get out the house, we’d both go.  (Safeway pickup?  Wait!  I’ll go with you!)  And for whatever reason, Steve always drove.

A couple of weeks ago, I drove Steve home from a procedure. It dawned on me that it was the first time I had driven much of anywhere in 8 months.  Sure, I had done a couple of curbside Walmart or Target pickups, but both of those are a mile from our house on familiar roads, so they don’t really count.

So now I feel like a teenage driver again.  I hate to merge on the highway.  I hate changing lanes.  No way do I want to drive at night.  I haven’t rear-ended anybody, but I seem to be way heavier on the brakes than I ever was.  I know Steve is stomping down on the imaginary passenger seat brake like my dad did when I was in high school.

Surely I didn’t become a stereotypically bad little old lady driver.

I’ll just keep practicing like the teenage driver I feel like.

No, this isn’t the car I drive. But it’s the only car picture I could find… plus it’s one of my favorite family photos. And I know this car contains memories for a lot of you!