My birthday happened over the weekend. 56… Tommy and I tended not to make a big deal about birthdays. He was very anti Hallmark holiday occasions in general but we would usually acknowledge them with cake. He spent his last birthday in the hospital and wanted Continental Bakery carrot cake. I obliged even though it was definitely not on his diet plan. Various people made sure that this one of mine did not go unnoticed and I was taken out to dinner by some people from work. I have a good work family and we all watch out for each other and always have. It has to do with the mind set of those who self select for Geriatrics. We tend to be nurturers and a lot of us, like me, are INFJ (if you believe in that sort of thing).
And so, the time came to begin my trek and I let everyone know…
Birthday weekend is nearly over. Several very nice meals with good company. Packing tonight in preparation for leaving town tomorrow. I’m heading for Seattle to see the family. I am driving for maximum flexibility. Not sure exactly what route I’m going to be on or where or when I’ll stop. I’m going to make it up as I go along. I did something similar after Steve died and long hours in the car with audio books seems to have a calming effect on my nervous system so I’m going to try it again. I have some things to do tomorrow morning and early afternoon but I should be on the road by 2 or 3 and I think I’ll head north so I should spend tomorrow night somewhere around Louisville to Indianapolis. I’ll update everyone and post pictures as I trek about and, if you notice I am in your neck of the woods and would like me to stop by, send me a message and maybe we can work something out.
About three weeks before he was hospitalized, Tommy totaled his car. He wasn’t injured and had no idea what happened. One moment he was headed south on the freeway, the next he was in the ditch with a busted axle. In retrospect, it was probably an early sign that something was terribly wrong and he may have had a TIA or a mild syncopal episode that caused the accident but, as he was unhurt, we just went on about our lives. He had been driving a Prius V so we went down to the Toyota dealership and we found a 2017 Prius V in bright red that he liked. Unfortunately, the car was in Florida and had to be shipped up to Alabama. It arrived two days after he was hospitalized so I drove it home from the dealership and parked it behind the house so he’d have his new car when he came home. He never got a chance to see it. I found a good home for my old Acura and will be driving the Prius in Tommy’s honor. I need to think of a good name for it. I don’t always name my cars but I think this one deserves one.