English: A horse-drawn taxi sleigh in Vaasa in the 1920’s. Note the 3-digit phone number 540 for taxi on the phone box. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
David is angry with me again. Yesterday, he admitted the streets of DC confuse him, but tonight he wants to drive to a celebratory AA meeting in the dark, rain and sleet on those same confusing streets. (He has 34 years of sobriety.)
He wonders why I pitched a fit. He says I am undermining his self-confidence. I remind him of the seniors who have crashed into market places and stores when they lost control of their car. “Their family members didn’t say anything to them,” I tell him. He says I am ridiculous, the church is nowhere near a marketplace. I tell him I am only telling him the truth.
I want David to take a taxi. He will be 84 in a few months, and I think he should curtail night-time driving because he can’t hear the turn signal clicking or any car noises for that matter.
Besides, we got lost in Alexandria last week in broad daylight taking a route we have traveled 4 times a day once every five weeks for many years. We found our way home again, but only after much angst.
- (Photo credit: abrhan8)
Now, he’s looking at a brochure concerning a workshop sponsored by the American Psychological Association. Title of the workshop, “Noxious People, Living and Working with High-Conflict Individuals.” I know this is a ploy to annoy me. He won’t attend it, it costs money and is in downtown DC.