Today Clay drove Truett to rehab in Gainesville. Yesterday, I must admit, he drove the Cadillac, the Suburban, and my Acadia. I was ready for a down-home conversation about him getting his license back. But, today, Clay volunteered to drive Truett to rehab. Personally, I thought I was going to get some time away; but I decided differently. I wanted to know how Clay drove after three years of not driving. He did a great job. Truett didn't cuss him once. Maybe because Clay didn't hit a curb like I do.
On the way to Gainesville, Clay had conversation. We do not do that because Truett cannot hear out of his left ear. Clay said, "But, Mom, I'm talking to you." It didn't matter. Truett would say, "I can't hear you!" Clay has a lot to learn if he is going to drive Truett to rehab by himself. Shhhhh! No conversation because the man cannot hear you. So Clay played music. Ackkkkk! "Who is this, Mom?"
I don't know, son. "The Doors!" Oh, right. I remember them somewhere back in the closet of my mind.
While we were at rehab, I showed Clay the swamp. "Cool~ I bet there are water moccassins and alligators!" Clay liked the swamp and made me a bet: "If I swim across, will you give me $100.00?" It's amusing the things I took away from rehab today.
I am so proud of my son for driving Truett to rehab . . . and most of all driving Ms. Merry! I love this man.
And I didn't even tell you about the fire drill at rehab.. Oh, well!
Looks like the back of my office - wait - it is.
Posted by: Sam | March 14, 2013 at 08:34 PM