I am using one of my favourite tactics for dealing with jobs that seem overwhelming. Procrastination. Instead of being at home packing boxes for the move, Rebekah and I are down in Spokane right now visiting my mom. It was very nice having a travel companion on the long drive down, and even better to think it will be the last time I have to make the long, lonely drive from Kamloops to Spokane. The trip from our new home to my mom's will be a bit shorter, and it will be on a much better road.
You might think visiting someone living in a senior's home would be a quiet, uneventful experience. That might be true in most cases, but not if you are visiting my mom. I never know quite what to expect when I come down. This visit's excitement has centred around the car accident my mom was in a couple weeks ago. The good news is my mom wasn't hurt in the accident. The bad news is the car was.
Today she had to leave her car at the auto body shop and pick up the rental car. This might not sound like a big deal, but the thing is I haven't ridden in a car my mom was driving for about twenty years, and I was sort of hoping to keep it that way for the next twenty. However, she insisted that she would drive, pointing out "I might as well get used to it." What she meant by this was she would have to be the one to drive the rental car on the way back due to the way the rental car rules work.
Rebekah got into the front passenger seat, and I crawled into the back, thinking I might do better if I couldn't see what was happening. This strategy worked great right up to the moment my mom turned left into the parking lot for the body shop. That would be left, across two lanes of oncoming traffic. My position in the back right seat gave me the perfect view of the white car that missed us by mere inches. It was a close call, and brought back fond memories of some hair raising taxi rides in China back in 2009.
If I wasn't anxious to ride with my mom in a car she was used to driving, you can imagine my reluctance to be the passenger in one she wasn't used to. This time the view from the back proved to be quite entertaining though. We climbed into the car and when I looked up at my mom it was like she was Jonah and the car was the whale. The seat was so far back, and reclined backwards at such an angle that it gave the impression she had been swallowed whole. We had a good laugh about it, got her adjusted properly, and off we went.
I'm happy to report we made it back to my mom's apartment incident and accident free and I have been left with that exhilarating feeling one gets after a close call, be it real or perceived. My recovery strategy was to make myself a nice cup of tea. Rebekah's was to sit down with a crossword puzzle.
The picture was done using an app called ToonCamera, which happens to be free right now. (I would put in a link, but I am writing this post using Blogsy and can't remember how to do links with it.) Tomorrow we head back to Kamloops and Rebekah is going to help me work through the nightmare that is the storage room. That experience may prove even scarier than riding with my mom!