We left Fishkill, NY about 9 AM. Although we traveled mostly on interstate highways, the traffic was not too bad. We did, of course, see the required number of idiots make stupid moves and be lucky enough to survive – though I can’t say what condition the people they cut off were in.
Really, I don’t think you have to be a rocket scientist to know that you ought to leave more than a foot and half buffer when you pull in front of a trailer truck pulling tandem! We did have one plane that apparently missed the runway – I don’t know what else would explain that blur that passed us in the left lane of I95 just after was passed the Philadelphia airport. And it’s a good thing we anticipate the idiots, because apparently they aren’t putting signal lights on most of the newer model cars. The ones they do have obviously are made to go on after you’ve made your turn or changed lanes. I don’t know why they bother – they’ve taken any warning factor out.
You really do have to drive defensively. My husband is a good driver and I don’t ever worry about his driving. But I do worry about the people who are multi-tasking while driving – they’re the ones who zoom up to a foot away from your rear bumper before they swerve into a different lane to pass you. They’re the ones who only watch what’s happening in front of them when they are driving (if they are looking anywhere besides the phone, GPS or laptop). They never check the side and rear view mirrors, so when they change lanes they have no clue about the traffic coming up behind them. I will admit to missing a turn once or twice over the years while deep in thought or conversation (or vocalizing at the top of my lungs), but I always take the safe way to correct the error. I find a parking lot, driveway or the next exit to turn around and go back. I wouldn’t think of backing up in the brake down lane of an interstate.
We arrived in Dover, Delaware without a problem. After we checked in at the Residence Inn, we went to find my stepson’s current apartment, which is near his college. Dover may be the state capital, but it doesn’t have that “big city feel” to it. There are tree lined streets with well cared for homes. My stepson tells us there are also the “ghetto-like” areas, but I doubt they’re anything like those in Boston, New York, Philly or most other major metropolitan areas.
My stepson currently has an apartment with several roommates on the upper floor of an old Victorian home. It hasn’t been refurbished the way some are today, but it still has a beautiful Victorian charm. It also has 2 L-O-N-GGGGGGGGG stairways to get up to his apartment. 17 steep steps to each one with a small landing between. No wonder those Victorian girls could fit into whale-bone corsets – up and down those stairs all day would be a great aerobic workout. They probably had great calves, too.
I made it once, then looked around the apartment while my husband and stepson loaded some boxes into our SUV to take to his new apartment. Since he’s graduating Saturday, he’s moving out of the Victorian and into a more permanent setting with his girlfriend next week. We took him to the new apartment, where we met his girlfriend at the rental office. They had to sign “a few papers” for the lease. 25 minutes later, they were still signing. I asked if they were required to put down their first born as collateral (not that they have one yet, but the way this was going, I thought perhaps it would be included as “future considerations”). Finally they got their keys and showed us the apartment. It’s a small, one bedroom in a beautifully landscaped development.
After boxes were unloaded and the apartment explored, we took them out to Red Lobster for supper. By the time we ate and left the restaurant, it was after 8 PM. I hate eating that late because it usually makes my medications less effective when I take them with food in my stomach. I was right and didn’t get to sleep until after 1 AM. Not a good thing.