Driving

Responses to my call for help continued to roll in this morning and I did feel better. Before Stef and I departed for Maine, I sent off the latest revision I’d been working on to all of the Lesley folks. Then Stef and I got on the road for a day of driving, and it turns out it was much more driving than we originally bargained for. Once we got to Maine, we discovered that Stef’s sister was stranded at her apartment in Keene, in the southwestern corner of New Hampshire. Stef wasn’t listening when her sister said she wasn’t coming. We got in the car and made our way the two to three hours to pick her up.

During the various car rides I got my reading for this coming week started, I got to read Stef the rest of “The One About Carl”, which she seemed to like, and we got to listen to The Cars blasting from the car’s stereo. I was really sad for most of it, though. I couldn’t shake the feelings that had risen up in me over the past week. Try as they might, Stef and Anisa couldn’t help me.

By the end of the day, both Stephanie and I had driven a whole bunch, but we did have Anisa and that made everyone’s weekend more special. This is a family holiday, after all.

I don’t know if I explained it was a holiday. The weekend was in celebration of a Bahai holiday, the name of which I cannot spell. Anyway, it’s kind of like Christmas with presents and such.