Driving
by Tonya
Driving allows a lot of time for thought.
Sometimes (frequently) I use this thought time for day-dreaming, which is nice because I often wake up and find myself 30 or 50 or 100 miles further down the road than when I last looked at the odometer.
Sometimes I use it to make mental “to-do” lists or think about work things, or go over conversations in my head.
Sometimes I’ll be driving along and and important things I should have done but had long since forgotten pop into my mind (I have mentioned that this job has caused my personal life to be a disorganized disaster, right?).
Well, on my drive to Tennessee on Thursday I did plenty of daydreaming, but I also had one of those things “forgot about” things pop into my mind. What was it? How about a speeding ticket I got back at Thanksgiving. I’m pretty sure the fine is due and/or court appearance to dispute it is this week or was last week. Unfortunately, I’ve long since misplaced the ticket and I no longer have any recollection of what city or county I was in when I received said ticket. I also couldn’t tell you if it was a city cop, a county sheriff, or a hi-po who wrote me the ticket. Top of the to do list tomorrow is to start making phone calls.
On a lighter note, it did end up being a really lovely drive on the Appalachian Foothills Parkway through Northwest Georgia. I was also lucky enough to be driving over Nickajack Lake just about the time the sun was going down. Between the reflection on the water and the hills off in the distance, it really was a sight to behold.
The drive back was not nearly so interesting as it rained to whole damn way AND I got stuck in traffic in Chattanooga and Atlanta. Here’s where boredom set in about mid-way through that drive.
