I am currently finding that I spend a great deal of time in my van. I drive Kai to meet his Dad to be taken to baseball practice. I pick up Quinn and take her to dance class. I drive an hour to Dublin to spend the day with Jack, and then an hour back. I love doing all these things but not the driving part so much. I think I am an adequate driver, but there are some crazy people out there on the roads.
The trip to Dublin to see baby Jack requires about 10 miles of Route 270 circling Columbus. I hate it. Maybe it's my age but no one lets you merge and everyone tail gates and then since I don't tail gate, cars are always cutting in front of mine. The other 30 miles of travel are on Rte. 161 which is lovely for the most part, except that one section where the speed limit is 45 mph due to construction. I don't mind going 45, but evidently I am the only one and I always have that one car behind me that would like to go faster and keeps edging up my rear. I will be glad when the construction is done this summer for no other reason than that.
Driving around Licking County for Kai and Quinn is not a problem except for those idiots I mentioned. I often think my car is invisible and that's maybe why other cars are always turning in front of me. They just don't see me.
Then too, I always feel that driving with my grandchildren in my car is a great responsibility -- I try to be more careful and aware than usual. So that is probably why I am so annoyed with others who don't seem to care that I carry precious cargo or even that they also have children in their cars. I am done ranting now!
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