My daughter, Marie, is in a residential school, out-of-state. I drive the hour and a half to see her at least once a week, sometimes twice. If you have read my book, you know that I HATE to ride. (I spent my childhood zig zagging across the country.) Driving is no better, and I need to focus or I will fall asleep.
Talking books on tape used to keep my attention for the ride, but taped books are getting harder and harder to find. Music has become my new listening alternative. Not just ANY music…noooooooo….only the rock music of my youth; Proud Mary, Sweet Caroline, Born to Run, Papa was a Rolling Stone…. Of course when one hears this music, one’s body can’t help but “dance” to the beat and one’s mouth HAS to sing along, and I am no exception. The fact that I am in a van somewhat limits my moves, but not altogether. While driving down the straight highway at 55 miles per hour, (the fastest my 2002 van can manage,) I can safely swing and wave my arms, (alternately, of course,) bounce, tap and kick my left leg, twist at the waist, and move my shoulders, and do so with great veracity in time to the music. I have found this new driving routine to be loads of fun helping to both pass the time AND exercise! Although I am not self-conscious, and the stares from others would not bother me, I am so busy looking at the road that I don’t see them! Reality comes into play every time a tractor trailer truck drives by because our seats are at the same height. I am sure that the driver is mortified at the sight of me, as I am no substitute for the sexy young woman for whom he was looking, but what sexy young woman would be driving a huge old old, rusty van like mine anyway?
As the summer approaches, I will be singing with the windows down because the vans air conditioning met an untimely death last summer. Most people DO have air conditioning and thankfully (for them) their windows will be closed and the buzz of the air conditioning will drown out any ear shattering notes coming from my van.
If you see me doing my ”moves like Mick Jagger” on the highway, I will be too busy driving and exercising to see YOU. However, if you happen to see a somewhat middle aged woman, hair wild and wind blown, climb her way down from the seat of a very old, high van seat, and she has skinny arms, a skinny left leg, tiny waist but a big butt and plump right leg, smile and wave because that would be me….
Link to my book
Link to the Readers Digest review of my book: http://www.rd.com/recommends/what-to-read-after-a-hurricane/