Surprised by the North Star
I'm a pretty laid-back passenger, not much of a back seat driver. It was (and will be) me who drove around with the girls when they had their learner's permits. I didn't get too flustered when Katie hit the gas instead of the brake and got really, really close to the house. I didn't have a fit when Ali hit the gas instead of the brake and made a big dent in the garage door. I calmly explained the intricacies of the Y-turn as we climbed out of the ditch. I have been known to grab a handle, put my hand on the dash, draw a sharp breath.
Last night, Katie was at the wheel. She was down-shifting, slowing to stop at an intersection, when I drew a sharp breath.
"YOU'RE WEARING MY MITTENS!!" Smiling ear-to-ear, getting out the camera -- it was like running into a really, really good friend after a long time apart.
She had to take them off after a while -- it was cold, but not North Star cold -- I tried them on, admired my work. Oh yeah, they're a little short for me. I recalled one of my many "learning opportunities" with these mittens. Stephanie's advice to "block some sense into the thing" always makes me smile. Oh, man, I love these mittens!
My sky is very pretty to the east this morning. The soundtrack is Canada geese. This morning, we'll be buttoning up the house -- putting away air conditioners, replacing screens with storm windows (ick, that means washing windows, too). The furnace has been on for a little while now.