We find it most difficult to believe that we have come to the end of February. Much to our delight, the winter months seem to be flying by in spite of the fact that we have basically been housebound since the end of December. However, we hasten to point out that we are breaking the bonds of the house and slowly getting back into the swing of things.
Last week, for example, we were invited to join friends for dinner at the Hawkeye Grill. And while we were not completely certain we were ready for such an outing the lure of fellowship and food was too great to pass up. And we were most pleased that we were able to undertake such an outing, thoroughly enjoying the International Italian Night as well as the delightful fellowship. And that sojourn out in public was just the beginning. No longer is our only escape from the house either doctor’s appointments or physical therapy sessions.
In fact, we took the bull by the horns and managed to pilot the White Flash, also known as our Ford Fusion, about last Friday. We started out practicing our driving in the driveway during which we determined our right leg was indeed strong enough to drive. So we ventured around the block and when that went well, we took off driving down River Street to Lake Street to Pioneer Street, where we took a turn down lower Pioneer to the lake.
Then we whipped up Lake Street, past the golf course, turning around in The Farmers’ Museum parking lot before going back to the village and scooting up Pine Boulevard before turning down Main where, since there was a place, we parked for no good reason other than we could. We then turned right at the light and went down Chestnut Street to check the price of gas. It was an incredible $4.039. Fortunately, our tank was full. Then we turned on Beaver and tooled back down Delaware Street to Chestnut Street and on to the stoplight where we turned right to buzz down Main Street before returning home without incident. We think we did very well for a first time back behind the wheel.