Get Behind the Wheel

A Subaru to pull.

The kind of mud that takes your shoes.

 Just the other afternoon, as we sat watching the World Golf Accenture Matchplay Championships, Nathan got a call from his father. SOMEONE, who will remain nameless, but it was not Rick, had gotten the truck, THE TRUCK, stuck wheel-deep in a fantastic mud hole.  We had to go save them. :)  This would not have been accomplished if Nathan were not such a talented driver.

 So, those of you who know me, know that I am not yet a licensed driver. Those of you who don't know me, must wonder why.  Don't worry you are not alone, everyone who knows me wonders that too... Only my husband knows the answer; DRIVING IS TERRIFYING! Honestly! So scary, all those people of unknown mental states, rocketing around narrow roads in big metal contraptions, coming directly at you with less than 2 feet between you and them! Everyone who does not feel this way amazes me with their courage!  My husband is one of those wonder-of-a-human-beings. He enjoys driving, and is good at it!

Not so, me.  I feel all the responsibility that having a driver's license imparts, and it scares me to think that I am responsible for the safety of those who are my passengers as well as all the other drivers on the road.  I have never been ready to carry that responsibility, as I do not take it lately, and so I have never felt the need to take my driver's test. Plus I have huge test anxiety for anything not written on paper...

However; there comes a time when not being able to drive becomes an unnecessary burden on those you love.  Unfortunately for me, this is one of those times.  My inability to drive has caused much heartburn and headache for everyone involved in my forays into the community.  I cannot jump at the opportunity to go spend time with friends or pick up someone's shift at work because I must first consult my drivers.  I am costing my family mountains of money in gas because what should take 2 trips, takes 4.

I realize all this is, on some level or other, and yet my fear has been all encompassing; paralyzing me when I get behind that wheel, keeping me up nights as I think of how terribly I will fail if I ever do take that test...

And so I have prepared you to empathize with my state of mind when Nathan informed me it was time to get serious, grow up, and learn to drive; (well enough at least), to take that scary test and get my license.

I have been driving, off and on now, for the last two months.  Two days ago, on Saturday, my permit expired.  Ladies and Gentle-beasts, we have reached the moment of truth.  It is now paramount that I take my test as soon as possible, while my recent driving experience is still fresh in my mind and reflexes.  The longer I put it off, the less likely it is that I shall succeed, and the more likely it is that my husband will get pissed with me.

Wish me luck!

Oh and P.S.

I stayed home from church this Sunday, which necessitates doing the chores. 

It was more enjoyable than I thought it would be...

smack down

all the little ducks in a row.