A Profound Look Back at the Week: April 19-25

It has been another cloudy and generally climatically unpleasant week with only two exceptions: for two hours on Tuesday and Wednesday, the sun shone. During those two hours (and a total of forty more minutes) I was driving.

Driving season

It is upon us. I mean, it is upon me and I’m enjoying pretty much every minute of it. Last week I had two refresher lessons and, while I say so myself, I killed it. I think that’s the highest praise for my original instructor – even after twenty years of zero driving, I could drive myself around town and out of town on my first refresher lesson.

The second instructor – and husband of my original instructor – said I was doing much better than people who hadn’t driven for a few months. Yes, I burst with pride. I’m still picking up the pieces.

It’s amazing what difference twenty years could make and I mean it in the best way possible. In fact I thought about dedicating a separate blog to the differences in how you learn to drive at 22 versus 42 but in case I forget or have no time, the main difference is that at 42 you – and by you I mean I but hope it is valid for most people – are so much more confident and alert, it’s all a breeze. With a side order of an adrenaline rush.

I think it’s the satisfaction of being able to change gears without looking at the shift even though you haven’t touched a gear shift for two decades. It’s the exhilaration of, forgive the rhyme, acceleration without “OhmygodthisisTOOfast!” stuck on repeat in your head. And it’s also the acute sense of accomplishment because for once you said you will do something you didn’t really want to do and you did it. Yay me and all of you who did something you didn’t really want to do and discover it was great.

Head cold

Speaking of driving lessons I had to delay my third one because I thought I was getting a cold. That was on Thursday afternoon. By early evening I was convinced I had to go have a PCR test the next morning. I could feel my throat and I had a suspicion my nose was about to start running. Then Big C. informed me how much PCR tests cost. I thought I’d wait with the test but still called my instructors to let them know. Then I had two chamomile teas and a couple of good nose rinses.

On Friday I woke up with a complete absence of symptoms. This was good, of course, because I wouldn’t have to think about tests, unless the symptoms returned. It was also annoying because I’d wasted so much good nerve capacity on preparing myself for a long illness and possible hospitalisation.

This is, I think, the third time this has happened in the past year. One day I have early symptoms of something that may be a cold but it may also be Covid. Next day they’re all gone and I’m confused and wondering if Covid could be a 24-hour thing.

Why not get vaccinated, I hear someone ask. Because vaccine supply is still tight, there are higher-priority people and I’m really not in a rush since I have no travelling or social gathering plans. Besides, I know myself. I’ll get vaccinated and start worrying about side effects. Then I’ll start having them. Based on my track record in suggestibility, I really don’t want to risk it.

A profound quote for next week

“It’s not worth doing something unless someone, somewhere, would much rather you weren’t doing it.”

I’m happy to report that, as usual, Sir Terry was right when he said this. Making someone angry with what you’re doing is a great litmus test about how useful what you’re doing is.


Book-peddling corner: if you’re in the mood for some dragons and vampires, or mysterious vanishing planes, try The Lamiastriga (which you can’t read for free on this blog) or Sky High (which you can read for free on this blog or on Kobo).

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