On Friday, Robb and I drove up to Sacramento for a letterboxing party. We had thought that driving up the night before would give Robb more energy for the party itself. We brought Robb's car, which meant that he had to do all of the driving. (I can't use the hand controls.) By the end of the drive, Robb was in a lot of discomfort, and his gas/brake hand was going numb.
We might have been lost and a bit over-tired, but we were certainly less of a menace than the woman we spotted who was knitting while driving on the freeway during rush hour. Both hands off the wheel, eyes on her project, drifting all over the road. Words cannot express my dismay for the stupidity of her behavior.
The letterboxing event was perfect. The weather was lovely and the park was pristine. It was a delight to spend time with old friends, and make some new ones.
Robb brought the trike, so for the most part, we were able to keep up with everyone else. He is still trying to figure the best way of budgeting his energies, and worried that he might have given a bad impression by running out of steam half-way through a conversation. Hopefully, our friends will cut us some slack for our odd behavior.
And speaking of which, I think I was the Odd Behavior Champion of the day. I was sitting at a picnic table, chatting with friends, when I felt large and fuzzy on my knee. I figured that I was going to have to shoo away a honey bee, but looked down just in time to see this impressive fellow drop to the ground. I immediately dove under the table (in a rather short sun dress) and spent the next ten minutes crawling around, trying to get the perfect portrait of Mister Spider. How about those multiple eyes and luxurious eyelashes?