My husband called my attention to the fact that the talking rear view mirror incident actually occurred in the parking lot and therefore the headlights were not yet bothersome. I must have been blurrier than I thought!
Today I drove my own car, a 15-year-old Fiat Uno whose fanciest button is the rear window wiper or maybe the radio-CD player. I remembered to change gears, using the clutch.
Our main computer has conked out so we may have lost about 40 e-mails and it may not be easy for me to put pictures on-line for awhile.
It was good to spend time with my sister and her husband who is fighting a brain tumor. We talked about practicing forgiveness, something which is important every day, but even more so I think, if you realize you may be called to cross the great divide sooner than anticipated. Maybe it will be like trying to jump across a ditch with a backpack, the lighter, the better. Sometimes I see the soul, which is built by doing and being good, like a hot-air balloon which can help us rise.