Chapter 67
That little piece of paper reminding me that I’ve only got another month to drive on my present driver’s license came in the mail this week.
So now I have to take my hard-earned pennies and give them to someone who will undoubtedly take the most horrid picture imaginable of me and affix it to another piece of paper granting me driving privileges for two more years.
Poppa was really a good sport. He took the car to the shop and had a new radiator put in, the headlights both replaced, and the front doors fixed where they would open again.
He even declared that he really didn’t need the workbench that HAD been attached to the tree, and that he needed the exercise when he spent half the day in the pasture gathering up the hammer and other tools.
And when I asked to drive again, he just shook his head and laughed!
However, after several years of marriage, my husband got tired of playing chauffeur and he decided that I WOULD relearn the art of driving.
I was sure he would change his mind after the first time I drove when I passed a semi on a one lane bridge and he picked bits and pieces of half the mailboxes on Airline Road from Elmore City to Pauls Valley out of his teeth, but shaky as he was, he was still determined.
The kids and dogs were a great help. Ginny watched for cops.
Amy and Lemar argued. The dogs climbed all over me.
And this was the whole time the husband is hollerin’, “PUT it in LOW!!” While I was trying to remember where LOW was, I tried to explain to Ginny that all black and white cars do not necessarily have to be cops.
At the same time, I was attempting to settle the argument and pushing Tinker and Bit out of my lap.
Finally, I did get all the rules mastered. Now that I think about it maybe that will be well spent pennies on a new license after all. I certainly wouldn’t want to go through having to learn to drive again!