How I Spent My Day, Part I

So you know how people have recurring nightmares? Mine is that I’m driving on the highway, on the new bridge across the Mississippi, and I can’t see anything. There’s torrential rain and the water pours across the windshield and I realize the car is going to fly into the air and I’ll die because this is the end of the road for me.

I lived my nightmare in reality today. But it was worse because in the dream I’m alone in the car, and in reality Klara was there with me. And I had this surreal feeling – because I’d been there before so many times in my dreams – where I couldn’t be certain if I was dreaming or not.

I had to drive Klara to the airport for her Global Entry interview but once we got on the highway the downpour started. I turned around and started driving back but this is where it got really bad. The wipers weren’t doing anything, and there was this truck a bit ahead of me in the right lane that was splashing massive amounts of water into the windshield. I didn’t want to go faster than the truck because all I could see was a dim light from this truck and that’s all I had to guide me. And then Klara threw up because it turns out she has a bit of a stomach bug, so that had to come to light right at this moment.

I’m very proud that I didn’t freak out, panic, or scare Klara. She didn’t even know anything was amiss. I did get us home and didn’t even get a scratch on the car. But I’m afraid of falling asleep today because I’m afraid I’ll have the dream.

But that was just the beginning of my day.

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11 thoughts on “How I Spent My Day, Part I”

  1. When I first started reading this blog, you and I were both non drivers. I remain a non driver and am so impressed with how you drive all the time now! To me driving is so unpleasant that I can’t make myself do it. To me, you seem like magical being! So congratulations on making it through one of your driving nightmares in one piece and with Klara unaware of the precariousness of the situation.

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    1. Thank you. I’m still an uncertain fussy driver and I do all I can to avoid the highway. I have never driven on the highway with Klara. Until today. Which is obviously the last time ever.

      But thank you anyway.

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  2. I truly hate this kind of driving experience and I have to have it fairly often in LA and TX. I’m an old hand at driving and it is nerve-wracking, exhausting, every time. Condolences.

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  3. P.S. That student you met in Houston, once before we had gone to a conference together, the MLA in Austin. The weather was like that and the whole time I was thinking, what if I have an accident on this road and this student is killed? How will I face his parents?

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  4. I had more than one experience like that (having to drive in rain so heavy that you can’ barely see in front of you and the windshield wipers don’t help at all).

    One of the worst times was heading north on 41 across the Caloosahatchee river (a terrible place to drive in the best of circumstances) in an old beater that sometimes stopped when it got too wet…

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  5. I had to drive Klara to the airport for her Global Entry interview but once we got on the highway the downpour started.

    What is a Global Entry interview, and why did Klara need one?

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  6. Driving in torrential rain or a whiteout is terrifying. I’m glad you didn’t have an accident and Klara was calm. Do you still have on your winter snow tires?

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      1. Really? That’s good because black ice is the worst and you don’t really know it’s there until you drive over it.

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