Sunday, August 2, 2026
Keith drives, I ride. It’s our thing. I really don’t think he minds. I love it. I help drive by always watching, and then gasping or squeaking or shouting when appropriate (more accurately: when I think it is appropriate because we are in danger. It turns out we have not yet been in danger and it’s always my mistake, but I do apologize). Today, I drove! I went to get the pizza! Dominos made us have a pizza by advertising 50% off on my phone every day for days and days and then today was the LAST day. It was so good. I was surprised. And we got something called parmesan bites that were really good. Win.
Keith was working on things and was hot. I suggested an evening convertible ride and he enthusiastically agreed. Then he handed me the keys. What? Proverbially first time for everything. I drove us around the dark roads between here and Cottage Grove. He got to look at stars and close his eyes. I am a bit afraid he is going to learn how great it is not to be the one driving.
And I see the passenger seat IS in “Keith position!” It must be in the air. Barbara drove us to vote yesterday, too….
Maybe all Barbaras drove yesterday!