This morning I feel like a fish out of water. The General suggested late afternoon yesterday that we plan not to go home today, but that we stay at Andrea and Kevin's house in Henly with Sampson and Charlette, grand dogs, until Friday. We would then go back to commuting home for a portion of each day until Andrea and Kevin return on January 6.
Kevin's dad drove from Dallas to keep the dogs from December 23-26th while we spent Christmas in Cat Spring. We are now back on dog-duty.
Seriously, the commute between Henly and Blanco is no big deal. It is only a twenty-to-twenty-five-minute drive depending on the flow of traffic. For most of the route, the no passing zone and speed of the car in front of you, has some bearing on the time that it takes. That is particularly true if the car in front of you is a black Cadillac. I've been behind that car more than once and at each curve in the road, the brake lights are activated. It is a stylish new-looking Cadillac, but I'm not sure the driver has driven the car over 45 mph.
With the General's suggestion that we not come home today she added that I should get everything that I needed. Sometimes I think she sees me as a three-year-old that doesn't have enough sense to get in out of the rain. On the other hand, maybe she's right. I slept much later than usual this morning and have already discovered that I don't have everything that I need.
Truth be told, I could have been home and back before now, but those who've expressed an opinion think prudent judgment would preclude wearing an orthopedic boot on my right foot while I'm driving. Frankly, I could go either way on the issue. Perhaps most three-year-old don't have the skillset to demonstrate prudent judgment.
When it comes to waiting, patience isn't my strong suit. I was hopeful the orthopedic specialist's office would have notified me of my appointment before now. The referral was made a week ago today. Yes, I get the fact that folks have been off work for Christmas.
I did tell the General that we needed to go back home today. Her response was: "We don't have to go right this minute." She added that I could busy myself on the computer. I guess it is a good thing that she think of me as a three-year-old. If I was only two-years-old, I'd throw a temper tantrum.
All My Best!
Don
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