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A Twisted Day In The Life Of...
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Danielle
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We picked up Danielle last night, S and I, and her flight was right on time. She got me a great necklace made of purple buttons, and a pair of earrings shaped like wings. I feel cheap now, as the birthday gift I presented her with last night consisted of a Clinique zipper-case-thingy with a mirror and a slot for cash or a credit card, a matching headband, and a little tube of Clinique City Block. I was hoping she would like it, but I'm not sure that she does.
Sorry about the lack of detail. I use a camera phone to take photos, and it's not as high-quality as I would like. Danielle's the best!
On the way home from the airport, S pulled the van off to the side of the road and surrendered the driver's seat to me. It was past dark at that point, and I was very nervous. I have poor eyesight and could hardly see the road beyond the dim light from the headlamps. Being only my third time driving, I still had not mastered driving at high speeds and making smooth turns. S kept telling me to make small, subtle movements with the steering wheel, but then when I put this into practice on the bends in the freeway, I would not be turning sharply enough and he would have to grab the wheel from the passenger's seat to correct the course of the van and keep us from scraping the guardrail.
Also, being unable to see very well in the dark, I had a hard time focusing on a point far ahead of me as I had been taught. If there was another car farther down the road, I could just use its tail lights as a beacon, my peripheral vision guiding me between the white lines and keeping my steering straight and smooth. The problem with this was that I was so nervous about driving at night and staying in my own lane that my stress level skyrocketed if there was no illumination for me to zero in on. If there was, the car in front of me was the only thing I really saw. I had driven 50 miles before I dared to glance over at the lights of a town off to the North, and found myself very surprised that it was Cle Elum. I had barely even noticed the signs along the freeway as I was driving, let alone taken the time to look up long enough to read them.
There were some especially stressful moments, which I'm sure were multiplied by ten for Danielle, sitting in the back of the van on a futon matress, nothing to hold onto or strap her down (yes, very illegal). But near the end of the 80-mile trip there were times when I was making sharp turns so smoothly that I glanced down to see if S had his hand on the wheel to steady it, and it was all me.
