My "better" half.

May 26, 2024 12:57

We were driving to an expensive restaurant because I have two gift cards given me as thanks for programs on local history I had given. We get to the corner and I notice he is signaling a right turn. We need to go left and I mention that. He turns right very enthusiastically and tells me we can get there via his route. Which is 180% in the wrong direction. I tell him, again, where we are going, and he decided we are going someplace else. Didn't you say the place next to the old depot that is a brewery. No, I said the restaurant on this street. I don't know all the streets in this town, he said. This is the street all the big box stores are on and we are on it practically daily.
We then almost drove to the golf course, which we can never find when we are looking for it, and I got him to turn in the right direction. He wanted to make a 90% turn even though I said look, straight ahead, see all that cross traffic and the big box store. THAT is where we are going.
We were both shaking when we got to the restaurant. I ordered us wine and got us calmed down. Sort of.
I don't know how much is senior moments that he doesn't want to admit that I, the non-driver, might know better. He used to be the best driver I ever knew and now he can't quite make quick decisions on parking spaces. He has to think it over and we drive by the best space. AND he can't listen to me.
I don't think he is senile, just, at age 70, not as quick and confident as he used to be and it bothers him.
To make it worse, we had headed out the night before and the car told us it wasn't feeling well. So we had to take it into the dealership where the guy explained how we had just gotten onto the wrong screen and it was showing the battery was fine, even though we didn't want that information.
Ah, modern too complicated technology.
Three and one half days of classes left then the summer off. Now to try to get projects done and get electricians and carpenters and plumbers to call back so I can spend money when I am not earning it.
And spend 24 hours a day with my husband.
Yay.
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