Driving Kurt to work

Oh what a joy it is to drive I-5. Yesterday afternoon heading home, we were almost in an accident. The driver in the lane to our right wanted to move further right. The driver looked to his right and at the same time turned his wheel left. I pounded the palm of my hand into the center of the car steering wheel; unfortunately, the horn is located on two tiny buttons on the sides. I’m going to have to write a letter to Honda about that. Anyway, this morning Kurt and I were talking about all the construction on I-5. They’re widening the freeway in some areas, but in order to do that they have narrowed the lanes while they’re working and they have try to gently navigate the traffic from one side of the pavement to the other without making lanes end, so it feels like you’re constantly turning one way and then the other. All the lines have been redrawn so many times it’s sometimes hard to tell which ones to follow for your lane. Talk about hazards! Also, as always, we never ever see anyone actually working. Seeing a road construction worker let alone one that is actually working is as odd as seeing a live opossum.

Even though she was wearing it yesterday, this morning Kurt noticed that Sophia will actually wear this hat. She used to hate hats, and I feared this one might be itchy to her. I suggested that maybe she tolerates it because she’s a little older. “Is that it?” Kurt asked Sophia, “Are you more mature now?” Kurt paused and then continued with, “Don’t blow bubbles it doesn’t convince me that you’ve matured.”