Driving and Crab Cakes

I drove in Washington for the first time today.  I have mixed feelings about that.  You see, I drove to our library which is only 1.85 miles away.  I told Chad and the kids that there really is no reason to drive that short of a distance.  Instead we walk there.  The temperature allows for it, the scenery is nice, and it really is a waste of gas to drive that short of a distance.  Well, Chad was called into work about 2 this morning and was going to take the rest of the day off so we could run some errands that keep getting put off.  While we were out they called him back into work.  So, dropping off the movies, that were due today, didn’t happen.  That meant I had to do it.  Well, to make it to the library on time I had to drive.  My mixed feelings came in because I felt that I should walk, but like I said, time didn’t allow it, and, at the same time it felt good to drive, even if it was only 3.70 miles.  I forgot how much I missed my van and how much red dirt is in it.  Cody said it felt like home.  Cody is right, it did feel like home.   I have a feeling we won’t be vacuuming it out anytime soon.  And, yes, dad, we have actually vacuumed it out before.

I was content to not have a vehicle.  I really didn’t want to drive around here at all.  Unlike Oklahoma, where the roads and directions actually make sense (thank you Oklahoma land run), Washington’s roads do not.  And, Chad NEVER takes me the same way twice so I never get a good sense of how to get somewhere.  I still haven’t figured out which way is north, south, east, or west yet.

One does not get their license and their tag in the same place like we do in Oklahoma.  You go to one place for your license and another for your tag.  You don’t even get your tag that day.  They mail it to you in about a month.  We may do things slowly in Oklahoma, but at least we are logical about it.

I know no one is going to believe this.  I ate crab cakes today and REALLY like them.  No, really, I have proof.  Our landlord made them and gave them to us.  I thought, “What the heck”, and took a bite, then another and then another.  Our landlord gave us three and I ate 1 ½ of them.  Chad had to share the rest with the kids.  After eating them I had a moment where I thought, “I wonder if I am allergic to crab?”  I swear my face, lips (yes I know that is part of my face), and neck became itchy and my hands began to tingle.  And, I swear my throat began to feel like it was tightening up.  I told Chad and he told me I was fine and to go sit in the shower.  I tell you what.  I could have died and he wasn’t even concerned!  But, the feelings went away and I am fine, so I must not be allergic to shellfish.  And it is a good thing too, because if I was, I would be dead before we actually found a hospital.