Well.......yes! That is if you are driving a vintage TR3...............................
......or an Austin Healy 3000!
Oh, how I would have loved to negotiate those tree lined, rolling, pitching, and yawing roads, in an antique roadster, like one of those beauties, instead of my Dodge Dakota Quad Cab pickup!
They just don't make them, like they used to.
On a more somber note, I drove into town today, to take my 89 year old mother to see my twin sister this afternoon. Say what you will, but mothers always have their favorites, and Jane (Yes, I am revealing my dear sister's name for the first time.) was always my mother's favorite. This is really taking it's toll on her. When we got there, we went into her room to see her. The poor baby is totally unresponsive. She was lying on her side, just staring off onto space. I whispered "hello baby" into her ear, and kissed her on her cheek. It was very warm. I commented about that to my brother-in-law, and asked if she had a fever. He said no, it was due to the heavy dose of morphine she was on. She was hot on one side, and cold on the other.
Poor Mom! We got there about 4:30 PM and I eventually left at 6:30 PM, because my older sister said she would be there at 9:00PM, and could drive Mom home. Mom sat next to Jane, just staring at her, for the entire time I was there. I couldn't take it, and went out and sat in the kitchen with my brother-in-law, who was unusually kind and courteous. He showed me a collage of photographs he had put together on a 4' X 4' bulletin board, that illustrated the history of my sweet sister's life. It was beautiful! He then showed me the obituary he had written for her and showed me the beautiful picture he was going to submit with it. It was one of the prettiest pictures I had eve r seen of her! I was able to control myself while looking at it, but thinking about it now has me fighting back the tears. She used to be so pretty! To look at her now, you wouldn't believe it. Chemo, and radiation has taken it's miserable toll.
She is no longer eating or drinking. My brother-in-law said the hospice nurse told him she would probably survive until Monday. The sooner the better. I hate to see her suffer like this. Thankfully, the end will soon be here.