Edwin and I have a Thursday afternoon routine. We drop him at Gardening Club at Wakefield around 3:30. If he’s running late, I drive because rushing makes him nervous (and he’s not allowed to).
While he and his gardening buddies weed, dig, and plant, I do my five-mile run around the area. Just as I finish stretching post-run, he rounds the corner, gardening gloves in hand.
After he adjusts the seat and mirrors, and checks the surroundings, he eases onto the road.
This time, we planned to stop at the grocery store for a couple of things for tonight’s dinner, and then I thought I really should plan the next few meals, as well.
Instead of tensing up as we passed every car, and wearing a hole in the floor where my imaginary passenger-side brake is located, I searched up a few recipes, updated the store list, and calmly gave driving advice along the way.
We’ve both made progress.
My Corner of the Village 