The highlight of my day was (this is going to sound strange!) driving McTom’s car. It’s a standard. I haven’t driven standard since last spring. I usually do a bit every spring, until Dad puts the camper onto our truck, and then my standard-learning comes to an end.
My head knows how, but my reactions and reflexes aren’t there yet. I bugged McTom all last fall about letting me drive, and tonight he reminded me of it, and agreed to let me drive to Tim Horton’s. I only stalled it once. I am now a happy, satisfied girl!
It was kind of weird, because I dreamed I was driving a standard the other night, only in my dream the steering wheel was really low and I couldn’t fit under it and reach the pedals properly. That was also the night I had nightmare after nightmare after nightmare about JB….