Ruby Rose
Location: Canadian Prairies
He brakes...he sweats...he coughs...he shakes and shudders...he pops tic tacs in his mouth and at times, advises in such a precise logical manner. This is not a dance...but a game of chance - a battle of driver versus co-driver as he rants and raves...and he scores with another job well done of stressing out his mate even more as she chauffeurs him day in and day out. At one point, she seriously contemplated purchasing a chauffeur's cap and having a sign made for the rear car window with the words: "Husband in car with wife at the wheel".
The joys of chauffeuring one's mate began for Ruby many years ago, when he couldn't drive himself due to medical problems, and continued for approximately four months during which time, she maintained her silence and carried on...wincing all the way.
Ruby derived no pleasure from driving and though there was pride of accomplishment, she drove always with a taste of fear in her mouth, her soul, her heart, and drove only with her Guardian Angel firmly strapped in.
Three years later, events necessitated that she chauffeur her husband once more, two hours daily, to and fro work. At first, with traffic flowing all around her, she suffocated through and through but with an unyielding stiff pose and white knuckle grip on the wheel, she merged into an alertness with acuity of eyes and ears increased tenfold. Ruby used to comment on seeing grimaces of passing motorists when she was in the role-of co-driver. Now she understood. The time element was needed for deep concentration and alertness.
After several months, Ruby was able to drive her husband for five straight hours in a surprisingly relaxed state, and she found that she was getting to know her car better, as well as perhaps herself...both necessary for living.
All of a sudden there was a slight jolt in the weather from hot and humid to cool and windy days and nights. Ruby could hear a whisper in the wind. "Speak up," she said to it, and then she heard the message...a reminder that winter is on its way once more and her calming heart jumped up to its cold, clammy, familiar spot - in her throat. And the drive went on...
It would be interesting to hear others' experiences in the same vein. I felt that it was best to keep my cool for safety's sake, rather than retaliating with words in the confines of the vehicle.
The joys of chauffeuring one's mate began for Ruby many years ago, when he couldn't drive himself due to medical problems, and continued for approximately four months during which time, she maintained her silence and carried on...wincing all the way.
Ruby derived no pleasure from driving and though there was pride of accomplishment, she drove always with a taste of fear in her mouth, her soul, her heart, and drove only with her Guardian Angel firmly strapped in.
Three years later, events necessitated that she chauffeur her husband once more, two hours daily, to and fro work. At first, with traffic flowing all around her, she suffocated through and through but with an unyielding stiff pose and white knuckle grip on the wheel, she merged into an alertness with acuity of eyes and ears increased tenfold. Ruby used to comment on seeing grimaces of passing motorists when she was in the role-of co-driver. Now she understood. The time element was needed for deep concentration and alertness.
After several months, Ruby was able to drive her husband for five straight hours in a surprisingly relaxed state, and she found that she was getting to know her car better, as well as perhaps herself...both necessary for living.
All of a sudden there was a slight jolt in the weather from hot and humid to cool and windy days and nights. Ruby could hear a whisper in the wind. "Speak up," she said to it, and then she heard the message...a reminder that winter is on its way once more and her calming heart jumped up to its cold, clammy, familiar spot - in her throat. And the drive went on...
It would be interesting to hear others' experiences in the same vein. I felt that it was best to keep my cool for safety's sake, rather than retaliating with words in the confines of the vehicle.
