I am glad to be home. And even gladder (?) to NOT have to drive the dually! I’ve driven trucks before, but I’m not comfortable in diesels.
Is it time for you to go on strike? It would seem to me that the older your children get, the lazier they become.
It was almost a joy to drive last night (barring the fact that I’m not comfy in said dually) because I could actually SEE the street signs and highway markers! I didn’t realize what the cataracts actually did to my vision until I saw a chart in the doctor’s office, and understood immediately why I had such a problem with seeing at night.
Instead of being focused to a point on the back of the retina, the light is dispersed into a wide area, and things are not only blurry but dark as well. Having one eye with 20/20 vision more than made up for the cataract in the other eye!
It was actually exciting to be able to see where I was going! LOL!
Okay, my hons, this is the new greatest band I’ve ever heard, “Hayseed Dixie,” thanks to “real saxophonist” on another thread. For extra style points, the mandolin player strongly resembles one Jim Robinson, in the pink of health.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l9udowK_x5U
I don’t think I’m constitutionally capable of going on strike. The little voice in my head screams, “Do unto others as you would have them do unto you,” so I put on an apron and wash up, and all that other stuff.
Did I tell you Ash communicated that to me telepathically once? I woke up when I heard a faint Yip, and then I heard in my head, loud and clear, “Do unto others ...,” and I’d darn well like someone to get up and let me out if I needed to go, so I did. Ash was appreciative, though, unlike most hoomins in my life.
I'm sure the other drivers on the road were pleased as punch at this development, too! ;^)