We abandoned Chez Chaos this weekend and took a daycation out to Pennsylvania. It turned out to be more than a day which was just fine with me.
I'm usually the driver but this time I suggested that perhaps it would be a good idea for me to get a few hours of knitting time in while my Handy Man drove. I just forgot to tell him that I really suck at being the passenger. And I mean REALLY SUCK! I have a friend who has threatened to put a burlap sack over my head whenever she has to drive me anywhere. I give directions. I check the mirrors. I look over my shoulder. But the worst part is, I flinch.
I flinch a lot.
Which is bad.
Luckily, my Handy Man is also a very patient man who understands me (for the most part) so I didn't drive him crazy. After we made it up the loop-de-loop from the Major Deegan and got over the GWB, I calmed down a little and settled in with my Citron. The ride up the loop-de-loop was definitely going to be a make or break moment for us. I hate that thing on a good day and I avoid it at all costs but we had stopped in the Bronx to get bread and I couldn't really say, "Hey, let's go all the way across the Bronx, waste a half hour and pay a toll" just to avoid the loop-de-loop.
There's always traffic on it and there's a big merge in the middle of it and you're up really really high which I don't like at all, ever, anywhere and then for a random 20 feet you're on solid ground again and then you're up even higher and there are 18 wheelers and holy crap on a cracker I'm never going to survive this. And if that's what it's like when I'm driving, you can only imagine what it was like when I was the passenger. I had to cover my eyes until we got under the apartments (you have to be from NY to understand what that means but just trust me, it's a real place.)
From there on out, it was smooth sailing. We had a peaceful, restful weekend notwithstanding a tumble out of bed and a bloody shin. (It wasn't so much the fall as the sudden stop.) The plan was to head home Sunday afternoon but there were fresh tomatoes and fresh corn and a swimming pool and a little nap in the sun and I'm just not strong enough to resist that sort of a Sunday.
We made it home before midnight, stopped and had a quick nightcap and slept the sleep of the innocent. By the way, I drove home.