My sister recommended this book to me. It is well worth reading. The basic premise — a blind woman driving while her sighted sister (who can’t drive) gives directions — doesn’t begin to scratch the surface of the book. Beautiful, scary and funny all at once. They feel they have to get from Chicago, where they live, to California. I suppose it reminds me of something my sister and I would do if we could drive over the bridge. We both have driving issues. We live on Cape Cod and the only way to get off the Cape is to drive over one of two bridges. Neither one of us can do it. Once I get over the bridge I get panic attacks, bad ones. The road starts moving and I start shaking and my heart starts pounding. It’s just an accident waiting to happen. I can drive over the bridge if my daughter or son is driving the car, though I only do it if I have to. I can’t remember the last time my sister went over the bridge.
About twelve or thirteen years ago, Barbara and I decided to go visit our mother who had dementia and had been temporarily put in a hospital about 30 miles over the bridge. I was going to drive and we would go the back way on back roads and not use the highway. That’s the last time the two of us together tried to go over the bridge. We made it to the hospital but came very close to calling someone to come and get us. But I became determined to get us home. With my sister’s encouragement we made it. Triumphant!!! Notice she wouldn’t take the wheel though. But we would never do it again.
But then I think, if our daughters were a thousand miles away and needed us (I can’t even imagine why they would), could my sister and I make the drive? We certainly couldn’t fly, at least not without drugs and alcohol which you really can’t do if you drive. There’s always a bus, but I don’t trust very many people’s driving. I will drive with my sister at the wheel but only in town. I will drive over the bridge but only with my son, daughter, or ex-husband at the wheel (and not too far). I certainly won’t drive with some strange bus driver, who probably spent the last half hour at a bar.
Fortunately, the Cape has everything I need. My whole family lives here, except my son who can drive here anytime he wants to. He likes to drive. Right now he does valet parking at a children’s hospital in Buffalo. If he wants to see me, he knows where I live. Actually, the poor thing really can’t drive here anytime he wants. His minivan hardly runs. But he’s learning a life lesson right now and that is you have to work for what you want, not just expect your parents to hand it over to you. Anyway I digress. If I can’t find what I want on the Cape, there’s the internet, which is where I buy most of my stuff anyway. So I really don’t need to go over the bridge. So why worry about it. I’ve got lots of other things I can worry about.