After yesterday's political rant posting about Kavanaugh being confirmed to the U.S. Supreme Court, I am providing a palate cleanser.
I don't like to posts political rants to my blog but I just had to get my disappointment and frustration out of my system.I had to fight off the urge to post today about those two phonies Senators Flake and Collins but I will spare the readers of my blog. Instead I'm going to post about something that is good.
Almost every day I take Bill out for a ride. Bill still has his driver's license but he doesn't feel comfortable driving now at his age. For the past year or so I do all the driving for us. In an emergency Bill could still drive, but he prefers me to drive. And I don't mind driving.
For the first thirty years of our domesticity Bill did all the driving. I had a driver's license but I didn't drive. I didn't get my own car and drive until we moved out of Philadelphia to the suburb town of Downingtown, PA in 1980. Then I only drove to work, the grocery store and garden centers.
Gradually I increased my range of driving to visit my good friend Bob McCamley in Georgetown, Delaware. I never have driven in a city, like Philadelphia and I never will. That's why I pay a neighbor to taxi me to the Philadelphia airport and my friend Don McKenzie's co-op for me and Pat's twice a year visit to Philadelphia.
Since moving to Delaware in 2007 I gradually took over most of the driving. About eight years ago Bill gave up his Jeep Cherokee and we used my car all the time. Bill occasionally drove but I did most of the driving. Now I do all the driving.
Every day I try to take Bill out for a ride. Usually it's too the local Food Lion for food shopping. About every two weeks we make the twenty mile trip to Millsboro to B.J.s Wholesale store. That's always a special trip that Bill looks forward too. The other two places that we make occasional visits to are Lowe's and Walmart.
Yesterday I took Bill to Walmart to get a new pair of house slippers. When I take Bill out he almost always greets older ladies with a "Good morning!" He often compliments the ladies. In the one photo you'll see woman with a white dress. Bill approached her and complimented her on her dress. She said "Oh thank you!"
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| Lady in white dress at checkout counter is who Bill complimented on her dress - Bill usually leaves a trail of either smiling old ladies or old ladies who look at him like he's weird (check out the lady in the black slacks and white top) |
After complimenting that lady Bill saw this other woman in black. He didn't know it but this is a woman I work with at the hotel. Her name is Helen. As Bill approached her to compliment her I told Bill that I work with her. I don't think Bill heard me, he's very hard of hearing.
I am so thankful that I have these opportunities to take Bill out for "his ride." Bill so looks forward to these outings.
When I first met Bill on that rainy Saturday night in July of 1964 at the Westbury Bar in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania; I didn't know that one day fifty-four years later I would be his caregiver. That I would be the caregiver of a 90 year old man. If anyone would have told me that was my future, I probably would have turned right around and left that bar and gone into the dark rainy night. But this is the way my life has evolved. And I am glad. This is good. My life is good. Our life is good.