In an ideal world, weekends should be either very exciting or very restful. Since mine was neither, I'll write about other people's.
First on Friday, Joy, my mother-in-law, (otherwise known as SOG - "Silly Old Granny" in Blogsville) and I talked on the phone. She was about to embark on an exciting weekend get-away to the beach with her six other high school friends. This group of friends known to each other as "the girls" meet periodically in
When you're a chauffer like me, you get the low-down on other people's comings and goings - so here are the events of the weekend from the chauffeur's perspective.
Friday afternoon, I took the two teenage Jones sisters who look, and think, and act exactly alike (inside joke) to an overnight birthday fling. The chauffer went home and had a quiet evening of spring cleaning the garage. Quiet except for the fact that this chauffer incessantly talks to herself on such occasions.
Saturday morning, the younger of the two sisters needed to be picked up and brought home to freshen up and attend an essay recital contest and an orchestral concert with a friend. The young lady amused herself by relating the highlights of the looooong evening to the chauffeur.
Meanwhile, Ben was picked up by another chauffeur named Mrs. Camery to take him and the Camery children to a day of slave labor ... I mean volunteer work … to raise money for our co-op school. Ben later told tales of hauling and shoveling.The chauffeur talked to her oldest son on the phone since he was too far away to be driven anywhere. They talked about summer plans.
Upon the chauffeur’s husband's return from a half day Saturday's work at the
Later at home, the chauffeur watched the husband work on several honey-dos and then chauffeured him to the hardware store for parts. Finally, she chauffeured him to the grocery store for the shish-ka-bob supplies that he needed for an outdoor cookout behind their humble abode. This last trip was pleasant indeed, and not at all irksome.
Thus were all the chauffeur’s travels and experiences for the weekend.