It's Here

My van, that is.

This will be the first time I drive in Hawaii.

Look out people, I'm scared to death and bound to piss people off!

Addendum: Well, I made it back w/out incident or accident. The worst part is the parking garage slip. Stinks! Took me three swings at it to park her just right so that our stall neighbour can get back in today and my husband can park on the other side. Eventually I'll have that down pat. Now we're off to do some shopping. Looking for one of those plastic rolly carts with drawers (for clothes not being hung in the closet) and then to the super duper lovely commissary (shite, I hate grocery shopping*).

*for my friend Brandie. {{{hugs}}}

Key Bridge and White Knuckles

Hail Mary, full of grace . . .

. . . I survived driving over the Key Bridge in Baltimore. Hurrah!


I am not much for driving in the rat race traffic in the D.C./Baltimore area . . . so my radius for daily driving is quite narrow. I faced down following my husband to port authority to leave our van there to ship to HI this afternoon, although my nerves pretty much almost got the better of me before we got out of the hotel.

My daughter definitely thinks I've lost it . . . I mean, approaching the bridge I started doing that tongue American Indian thing, (you know: la la la la) but in a rather obnoxious way. I was nervous beyond crazy! There is something about cars all around you and driving on a bridge x-hundred feet in the air. That one in the Yupper Peninsula (Upper Michigan) a few summers ago was only do-able 'cos I wasn't driving. I was getting pretty close to the center of the car, though!

Begs the question why I love to fly then? I.love.to.fly. But I hate being in the air and at the wheel . . .

So, Hail Mary, full of grace . . .

. . . thank you. I now have full range of movement beyond my wrists now.