Remember the tolls
It might be “the holiday”, but we have other things on our minds. In just under a week, we’re going on an expedition. Three provinces, seeking precise medical assistance. Important stuff, requiring important plans.
Such plams are within the training of old men, and we do overthink things. Some of the internalized dialog follows.
“You know where we’re going, right” I do. “W;ve been there before, right?” Yes “Good”
“{s [t far?” –a brief pause while the parameter are entered into Google Maps.
“”Hey, there are tolls involved. Cam we afford those?” Not much choice, because we
–another brief pause, for toll calculations
“So, the bridge toll. And then another toll for that toll road. I thought they were going to abolish that one. Only two dollars. I might have that in the sock drawer. And then the bridge toll into the city. That one sneaks up on you. “ The GPS knows which streets? I don’t need to dig out any maps. They’re getting old.”
I think you have withnesed enough. Several more days and night of stress before we actually make the trip. At least coming home will be because we want to come home. Ahd any snow storms are just a strange way of helping up keep focus.
I did mention that this was a holiday. Replete with a tree and good food and a dog with bells on. Every time we gave him a treat, he jingled merrily all the way.Any (all?) presents were fitted to the recipient. Nothing over the top, because we know knat we need’ Just in passing, there is a lot of stuff in the garage that is about the declared surplus to cause. Ask; perhaps we have what you need. Save you a tour of the local discarded object centre (the “dump”)’ No, I don’t have a short list, but think of my box pile as a surprise collection. It was all good in the beginning, right? Stop by, and we’ll try to set you up.
