A white-knuckle ride...

This morning was a tad bit of a fiasco. I had an interview this morning at 10:30. Angie had to go to Meghan's field day, Jason was sick, Joe was at work, and Karen had lent her car to Jeremy so he could take Reagan to St. George. That left... no one... and no vehicles to take me to my interview. Except for me and the little blue manual-transmission pickup. I have had very little experience with stick-shift. Therefore, the idea of me driving myself all the way through town in a stick-shift, licenseless in an unregistered, uninsured vehicle sorta scared the spit out of me. However, when there are no choices, one does what one must.

The first snag I ran into was getting out of the driveway. There was a soft ungravelly spot which I unwittingly backed right into. And freaked out and tried to pull forward again, which was about when the truck started spinning out and digging itself into a hole. So I had to drag poor Jason off the couch and ask him to help me get it unstuck, which he did. Then (after popping the clutch a few times and spinning out a bit more) I managed to get it out of the driveway. When I look back at the drive there, it seems uneventful. It really wouldn't have been so bad if my nerves hadn't gotten in the way. No crashes, bumps, hitches in the getalong, or even near misses, really. I could've quite enjoyed it if I wasn't scared spitless of crashing, stalling, or getting pulled over.

I think the interview went pretty well. For all my morning trauma, I actually got there on time. It wouldn't have mattered anyway, because everyone was still in a meeting. Anyway. I really think it went well. Then on the way home I was scared spitless again. Once the pickup stalled just as I was about to make a left onto Main St. Yikes! Anyway. Then the rest of it was eventless again.

I figure if I can navigate town in a stick-shift pickup with no one there to yell in my ear, the drivers' test shouldn't be too much trouble. Anyway. I called the DMV and the earliest appointment they had for a drivers' test was Tuesday. So, I'll be doing it then. Except that dad's leaving Tuesday, mom will be getting back Tuesday. So hopefully I can ask him to take me back to town Monday and just get someone to cover for me Tuesday morning. Angie said I can use her van to take the test instead of the Jeep like I'd planned. Ah, well... plans change.

Anyway. Exciting day. Now I believe I shall go unwind with a bit of caffeine and "Over the Hedge."

More in due time...
--Anna Grace