Greetings, my fellow port swillers!
Well, one thing you can say about spring weather in the great Commonwealth of Virginny is that it is reliably schizophrenic. Last weekend saw snow flurries at Port Swiller Manor. This weekend, La Wrangler goes topless and we eat dinner on the porch.
Speaking of cars, this week the Middle Gel (yes, the Middle Gel) is doing her behind-the-wheel training. By next Tuesday, she most likely will have her driver’s license.
I say this not so much because I worry about her driving, but because this is another one of those milestones that shows just how fast time is moving and how soon the lot of them will be up and out of the house. Their formative years seemed to drag on forever sometimes. Once they hit high school, however, life just seems to go to flank speed.
And speaking of driving and ups and outs, back on Holy Saturday the three of them spent the morning helping out at the Easter egg roll at Robbo’s Former Episcopal Church. Mid-afternoon, as I was fooling about with something or other in the kitchen, they all suddenly congregated in the front hall.
“Bye, Dad,” they said with elaborate casualness.
“Bye? Um…where are you going?” I asked.
(King’s Dominion is about 75 miles from here, all of it interstate.)
“Whuh? Ruh? Is it even open this early?” I stammered.
“Oh, yes, it opened yesterday.”
“Well, when are you coming back?”
“We’re going to leave at 8:00 pm.”
“You do know tomorrow is Easter and that we need to get up especially early, don’t you?”
“Oh, yes. We promise we will.”
Well. Ol’ Robbo was torn. On the one hand, I reminded myself that when I was the Eldest Gel’s age back in San Antonio, my parents let me drive myself down to the beach (about 150 miles) and up to Austin (about 80 miles). I also didn’t want to discourage them doing something as sisters, since they usually don’t hang out together. On the other, I-95 is a nasty piece of highway. Also, I envisioned all kinds of trouble getting them out of bed in the morning if they were going to get home that late.
Muttering something about putting all one’s eggs in the same basket, I decided in the end not to make a fuss.
Happily, it all worked out. When I got home late that night from the Vigil Mass, I found the car in the driveway and all of them up in bed. And in the morning, much to my surprise, all three of them got up, got dressed, and were ready to head out before I had to say a single word. And on top of all that, they behaved themselves both at church and at brunch afterward. Easter Miracle, indeed.
UPDATE: Driving test successfully passed, license issued. She’s already done her first “because I can” solo run, too.