I tell you, it is very frustrating when you rise in the morning to a warmer-than-usual-sunshine-filled day and realize you will be spending it NOT on cleaning your garden, mucking out hoop houses or building your run-in. No. You will be spending it driving north for 40 minutes, switching cars, driving an hour and a half, sitting in a waiting room for an hour and a half, then reversing the process. BANANA!
I drove my parents into the city for my mom's annual eye exam with her specialist. It is a good test of my patience and concentration (both of which are in short supply). When I asked my mother for the address/location of her doctor's office, she informed me that "your dad knows where it is." Somehow, that did not instill a lot of confidence in me. Driving with my parents entails a great deal of input on their part on a) the speed at which we are traveling; b) the speed at which others are traveling; c) the number of cars on the road; d) the placement of our car vs. the car in front and behind us; e) the condition of the road; f) housing styles - which they want me to look at while I'm driving, but without taking my eyes off the road. We did, however, end up in the right place with only two or three mis-steps. I brought my knitting and Dad regaled me with stories from his stint in the Navy during The War. As many times as I have heard these stories (thousands), I always hear something new and he loves to remember that period of his life. The appointment went smoothly, we enjoyed a great Chinese lunch, and I almost made it home before dark.
I did take advantage of the fact that I had an extra hour in the morning, and cleared a path next to the goat fence, under the pines, so that I will have a more sheltered way to move hay from the front of the barn back to the sheep. Sheep who are still baaing STRAWBERRIES! at me for putting them on a diet. However, I cut up apples for them every morning and will continue to do so until the three bushels their Aunt Melanie sent over are gone. Pfft!