While passing time the last couple of months in The Driveway, waiting on the multiple appointments required for Mom’s cataract surgery, I had some time for a couple of projects. First, I built some shelves in the storage shed to alleviate some of the stress from “stacking.” I vow, it is only to hold existing stuff, NOT to make space for more!
Then I installed some hardware – latches and hinges on the trap door that leads to the maze of routers, wires, and blinking lights required to support the “refuge of the roads.” This small door previously attached to the wall with two plastic “snaps” that were impossible to align. I got tired of the door falling off while driving down the road, so I gave up on trying to make it stay attached, then got tired of jamming my toe into it during the night. Now it is permanently secured with handle and hinges for opening. Hopefully, my brother Don will be pleased that I finally figured out how to do something on my own!
To show you how handy I am with power tools (my Dad’s, not mine) I went out to his workbench to find a drill bit to make some “pilot holes” for the screws. I remarked to him how hard the wood was, that I had been trying to get a screw to go into the wood for twenty minutes. He hobbled over with his walker at his “Tim Conway pace” to observe my progress. He looked at me with his 92 year old deadpan eyes, then looked down at the electric screwdriver in my hand and said, “You’re going backwards.”
It felt good to get the projects completed, but it’s time to close the door on my own “personal time capsule” again for an undetermined length of time, wondering what circumstances will bring me back to the farm when I open it the next time.
Projects aside, my real reason for the two months spent in The Driveway, Mom’s cataract surgery is now behind us. She got a great report from the Doc yesterday, and is now seeing better than ever…..well enough to point out that I have a few skin imperfections that could best be covered by a little makeup. 😉 So with her now back to her feisty self, my work here is done. Time to “take to the highway” once more.
So I said my misty-eyed goodbyes to Mom and Dad, and am off to intercept my friend Lynne from WinnieViews on her way back from Mexico. We are meeting up in San Antonio and heading westbound as we revive the “Lucy and Ethel Adventures.” I promise not to confuse the female dynamic duo themes and pull a “Thelma and Louise” off the rim of the canyon. At least not intentionally…
“In a highway service station
Over the month of June
Was a photograph of the earth
Taken coming back from the moon
And you couldn’t see a city
On that marbled bowling ball
Or a forest or a highway
Or me here least of all
You couldn’t see these cold water restrooms
Or this baggage overload
Westbound and rolling taking refuge in the roads…” ~ Joni Mitchell