Driving Lessons
I told you about mowing the lawn. Which is not dangerous because technically I don't leave the yard. Though I did get a brief lecture on leaving the blades down and the mower in gear when I got off of it. He said put on the brake and turn off the key. I told him he said that. And he said, "NO. Only in an EMERGENCY!" Now what sort of grass cutting emergency could there be I ask you? If my iPod fell off the mower while it was moving that would be a bona fide emergency in my book.
So, we have been working on driving lessons for SEVERAL MONTHS NOW. SEVERAL MONTHS. Right about the time I get good, my husband gets busy and can't take me out any more. I don't dare go by myself. Lord. I would be stuck on the side of the road somewhere. Hills are a problem. They are a problem because he can't tell me in less than 3 seconds what to do without telling me about gears spinning, things resetting, the difference between first and second gear, and asking me which gear am I going to use. I drove 2 Saturdays ago and I said, "I think I am getting the hang of this, let's get on the freeway!" To which he said, "Uh, no. Not a good idea." I drive and he says, "okay, gas off, now clutch, 1st gear, release clutch, give it gas" which I can do but it is the processing of what do I do when I am attempting a hill that is the problem. And then I start laughing so hard that I think I am going to wet my pants and then I really can't drive.
Oh the drama.
I think I want to be Miss Daisy and have him drive me everywhere. Then I could get a lot more knitting done.



The consensus is these are weeds, not slow to bloom flowers. Ahem.
I found this on my camera. Let me know if you see it on Match.com.
Hibiscus cam is back for another summer.



