It's another GLORIOUS day in the neighborhood. Blue sky, sun shining and geese flying back and forth overhead from one cut field to another. Farmer Eugene cut the field behind our house yesterday. No sooner had he left, with his machines, than the young boys had their four wheelers out, going back and forth and around the field.
I figure the days are numbered for this activity.
It appeals to pre-teens because they can't drive. Teenagers might get a kick out of it once or twice but the field isn't that big and there really isn't a lot you can do but go back and forth.
I can live with it, they grow older every day. Soon, they will have a real car to drive, places to go, things to do and this will all be a fond memory.
I didn't get my driving license until I was 21 or 22, I forget. When my mother remarried my step father's family consisted of three girls, add me to the mix and one car that two adults depended on for getting to work and driving it was out of the question for us.
I remember my mother-in-law telling me how her father taught her to drive a model T in an old baseball field.
You know I can't remember how I learned to drive. I'm not sure Zeus taught me. I don't remember going to a driving school. Hmmm, haven't got a clue. I know I failed my test the first time when I stopped at the stop sign and didn't wave an old woman across the street, in front of my car. I guess my instructor thought I was being rude. I just thought she would take forever to get across the street and I wanted my test to be done.
Second time was a charm. Come to think of it Zeus did teach me how to drive backwards. He has such a sense of humor. The reality of it was we shared a driveway with the house next door and it was easier to pull out into the busy street, driving around the parked cars, then to back out.
What brings all this chatter about driving? I almost lost the rear end of my wonderful car to a man that couldn't wait a second or two for me to FINISH backing out of my parking space.
He did stop when he saw me almost out of the space then for some reason he laid on his horn and pulled around the back of my car, barely squeezing through what space was left.
What was the rush? I'm not that old. I sit up high and am quite able to see over the steering wheel. I wasn't taking a huge amount of time just a careful amount.
I am amazed these days at the driving habits of some people, that I see. The cell phones glued to their ears, texting, putting on makeup, eating, shaving, brushing of teeth and combing of hair.
I drove behind one mother who was trying to put a bottle, in an infants mouth and the infant was sitting backwards in the seat behind the mother! I decided to just pull into a shopping area and let her get waaaaaaaaaaay ahead of me, on the road.
I love to drive. It's why I love driving on my beloved back roads. I rarely pass a car and I can go as slowly as I want.
I was driving past this stream this morning and I had my window down and I could hear the honking of the ducks and the gurgling of the water as it passed under the bridge I was on.
I just pulled the car over to the side of the road, got out, took my picture and drank my coffee.
I had this overwhelming feeling of contentment. All was right with the world.
After the incident with the rude driver, in the parking lot, I had to reconnect with this stream.
Like my friend, Trudi, reminded me, we all have a choice, every moment about how we will react, feel and think.
:)Bea Choose to be creative today!