Two lane highway with really, really dangerously stupid drivers. In the 25 years I drove to work 5 days a week on that highway, I was run off the road numerous times, learned to drive 60 mph because idiots would risk all our lives passing if you drove 55, drove into a whiteouts, bucked drifts higher than my bumper, blinding fog, pulled over in driving rain and generally hated every minute of it. Add to that driving into blinding sun in the a.m. and then again driving home in the p.m. Not a fun trip. Even after 11 years of retirement I still drive those miles on auto pilot. Lately I've been making way too many trips but with d-i-l safe in the local nursing home and my shopping done for Thanksgiving I won't be on that road for a while barring some other unplanned happenings.
I learned to drive in Des Moines, but under no circumstances will I drive there again. I would be a danger to myself and other drivers! My first job was on Ingersoll. later on E. 14th, dh worked at Merle Hay Plaza, and we lived on far east side, sister on southside and parents in Beaverdale so was used to driving all over the city. Only things I miss are regular visits to The Art Center and the summer concerts on the Capitol lawn. Oh, also visits to Living History Farms. I'm just not and never was a "city" person.
I got my annual premium bill for house insurance today and it has gone up $545 since last year. I am going to have to cut some coverage to get it back under $1,000 per year. Car insurance is only up $14 for six months. Think I will call tomorrow for an appointment to discuss coverage with my agent.
Also, need to schedule an appointment with nursing home social worker (who is an old friend!) about d-i-l's issues and likelihood (slim or none) of going home. Personally, I would like to see her stay in the nursing home because I do not believe going home will last or be safe and then we'd have to go through the whole process again. She's there, she's safe and she needs to stay there. I'm hoping she will accept that on her own and won't have the decision forced.
If I feel better next week, I am going to make a big push on cleaning her apartment. I will start taking more and more of her belongings to the nursing home since she now has a room without a roommate. If I have to clear her apartment, I will bring her clothing here and store in the basement and take it to her as what she has wears out. He son stole most of her pictures and personal papers, so all she has left fit into one small box of pictures, and I will take those to her soon. Bit by bit will make her room her "home" so hopefully she will accept staying. My m-i-l was soon calling her nursing home room "my apartment" and she was always in a shared room. Pray d-i-l gets there sooner rather than later.