Driving Miss Sallie

And what a long, and sometimes bumpy, road trip it’s been. 

It all started with the foot.   The broken one.  People with heavy casts on their right foot shouldn’t drive cars.  And thus began Phase One of the Mister’s “Driving Miss Sallie” program. It was, simply, a concept born of necessity.

As we entered Phase Two, and the cast was off, we didn’t totally trust the foot to respond as needed in matters of traffic and so forth.   Thus, Phase Two of “Driving Miss Sallie” became a “better safe than sorry” kind of thing.

Then, there was Phase Three.  The foot had been released from care and pronounced completely healed by the docs.  But we still had Covid in our midst.  And so it was deemed prudent and wise to for the Mister to continue to Drive Miss Sallie.  That decision had no basis in reality or necessity so we simply referred to this period as “Miss Sallie’s preference.”

Now here we are at Phase Four.  I guess we should call this one “she’s back in the saddle again.”

It’s been a year and a touch more since I’ve been in the driver’s seat and it’s little like getting back on a bucking horse.  All those little bells and whistles in the car still startle me.  The flashing lights in the rear view mirror confuse me.  I know they’re there for my safety but don’t they know I’m still adjusting?  Couldn’t they come up with some soothing, reassuring sounds?

I’m slowly gettin’ my groove back and, in the meantime, I am very grateful for the Mister’s willingness to Drive Miss Sallie around during this strange time.