Good morning. Happy Twosday!
F-I-L turned left in front of an oncoming car yesterday. It’s time to take the keys away. When Mrs. ArGee told him it was time to stop driving he seemed to accept it, but by the time I got to him he was trying to start the remaining car (which he’s giving to his son this weekend) with house keys. He wasn’t hurt (thank God) but that just minimizes the accident in his mind. And it was the other driver’s fault and he was only 16 and, and, and.
It’s going to be a rough few days until he gets used to the new normal.
At least I finally got a high score on Wordle. When you get so many letters in the first guess you take more guesses eliminating wrong ones.
Wordle 801 6/6*
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Good morning. It’s Trash Day here, and all is well so far. I hope your father-in-law quickly adjusts to not driving.
Good Morning!
Sorry to hear of the difficulties with your FIL...
As far as Wordle goes, all I can say is Ugh....
Wordle 801 6/6*
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(In the golf analog, this Double Bogey on the 15th hole puts me at two over for the round... ⛳️)
Oh, my goodness! I’m so sorry about your F-i-L. He may not take this lightly and may continue to try and start the car with whatever keys are at hand.
I hope (and think!) that I’ll be able to recognize when it’s time to stop driving. That day hasn’t come, yet, thankfully, but I want to be the first to know when it does. Charlie said he quit driving when the repairs got too expensive for his budget. Maybe I’ll get that way too.
There is a community (senior center) bus that goes to Walmart, but it’s on-demand, which is OK, but once you’re there, you have to wait for all the old folks to finish shopping. I don’t wait well.
Well, at least you didn’t X/6! Does that seem like a rude thing to say? I’m glad you didn’t X/6, ArGee. It not fun.
I was happy that my Mother hung up her keys on her own. Kids had been saying things from time to time, and she blew at least one red light completely, which could’ve been really bad. But night/evening driving was getting harder and she was feeling the weight of her own fading skills.
All the best as your F-I-L settles into a new level of dependency. Personally, I rather dread the day, myself, but I console myself thinking that — when I go, I wanna go quietly, in my sleep, like my grandfather; not screaming in terror like the passengers in his car.
And that gets me back to the Reality where I don’t live forever on this rock.
Along put to make Par on this 528yd dog-leg left over water.
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