This is Bill's first solo drive since he regained his driver's license last week.
He was hesitant to drive, having not driven since he lost his license last June.
I offered to drive him down to Lowe's. Down the notorious dangerous Route One, aka Coastal Highway. We're in the height of the summer season down here in Rehoboth Beach Land and the traffic is heavy. Especially heavy on the weekend, sometimes at a standstill when the vehicles block intersections.
|Good old Route One traffic headed to the shore|
Of course I'm nervous that Bill is out on his own this morning. But he does like to roam around Lowe's without the hinderance of me tagging behind him. I'm more of a garden center kind of guy. That's when Bill tags behind me.
My regular blog followers may have notice that I haven't posted since last Tuesday. Time just gets away from me folks.
Last week was a good week, except of course for the heavy traffic. It's getting more and more difficult just to get out of our development here. And it will only get worse as the years go by.
I've been giving some serious thought to eventually moving away from here and this summertime mess. Of course I would have to sell or get rid of just about everything I have in our home. After fifty-three years together we (or more accurately me) have accumulated much during those years of happiness and bliss. I guess I would get rid of everything except our artwork.
The furniture wouldn't go with me.
|An artistic collage of yours truly when I was very young by my very talented cousin Danny Hart|
But here I am veering onto another subject which is more suited to a separate blog posting. Right now I'm concerned about Bill. I'll be relieved when he returns home from his first solo driving since last June.