I never was a big fan of driving, at least in city traffic. Road trips from back in the college days through wide-open rural western states while listening to Waylon and Willie, well, that was good driving. Deer, antelope, tumble-weed and speeding tickets were the main issues there. Back then I had a fast car but unfortunately the speed limit was only 55 mph. I met several of our uniformed finest in three different states in the middle of, uh, no where.
Since my surgery and neuro-wonk issues, I've made no bones about disliking driving. I'm really careful about when and where I drive. Last time my parents were here, my mother and I did some errands together. I drove. When I pulled in at home, Mom turned to me and said, "I think you drive very well dear."
Mom is 77. Now wasn't that a conversation that was supposed to go in the opposite direction?!
I didn't see a place to post a comment on your earlier post on labels, anger, etc. I agree with your post, particularly the ending paragraphs on the role and management of anger. This is not the first time you and I have been thinking about the same subject at about the same time. I had just scheduled a haiku on anger and MS, to appear in midJanuary.
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Judy - I didn't have the comment enabled at that time. Yep, I'm really angry now with some medical turn of events and tied of continual patient advocacy. So, in thinking about anger, I came across this post from Rolling in my Head: http://davehingsburger.blogspot.com/2009/12/aw-shit.html
ReplyDeleteMid-January?! You've got posts scheduled out that far?
Hi Donna,
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Love,
Herrad
For what it is worth I hate driving. HA! I could write about driving for a whole month!
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I miss driving, had a love/hate relationship with it. In small town Indiana you had to drive unless you were Amish. I was the designated driver in HS. Loved it. Now my feet are not "feeling enough" and my legs not lifting enough. I miss the freedom. I'm glad I missed having to tell my mom that she was no longer a safe driver.
ReplyDeleteJust maybe I'll have to have that conversation with Mom . . . :)
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