A Windy (very windy) Knoll Report

Whew!  For an old couple this is a busy week.  We can’t handle going somewhere every day and this week is doctors week for us.  We’ll keep I59 hot as we run up and down the interstate to meet various doctor appointments.  And on top of that, we’re freezing.  We are having an early fall here.

Wish you could hear the conversation as we travel along — it’s a lesson in mechanics (I think).  John doesn’t drive the 70-mile-an-hour speed limit and, of course, we are the slowest ones on the road. The reason?  It would burn too much gas. Vehicles small and large, to say nothing of the 18 wheelers, whiz right on by us.  You would think we were in reverse.  Then John’s conversation starts about how “he (meaning the other driver) has his RPMs revved up.”  I don’t even know what he’s talking about, but just listen.  He sees things differently since he spent so many years working as an airplane mechanic.  Then he is in awe at the length of the trailers the big rigs pull and has lots of comments about that.  If it’s a flat bed trailer and he can see what’s on there, we have a conversation about what it is and maybe where its headed.  I thought ours would be the only such conversation; however, I was telling a younger friend about this and they happened to be travelling in the opposite direction on I59 one of the same days we were and they had a similar conversation.

We’ve been told already this week that John has some macular degeneration and that gives us a new concern.  He already has to have a flash light to read the thermometer or set the correct temp on the oven.  I can’t imagine this man being blind — wow, his caretaker would have his or her hands full. He is such an active person — for him to sit for any length of time is virtually impossible.

So much for a Windy Knoll Report — perhaps you’d rather read the telephone book — but nevertheless, this too, is country living.