Last night as we were getting ready for bed Marty asked me if I had picked up his medicine.  CRAP!  I totally forgot.  He said, don't worry, I went and picked it up.  WHAT!?!?  


Yesterday afternoon he was bored and decided he'd try to drive.  He started by going up and down our street that has several circles on it for easy turn arounds until he knew how the car reacted.  Then he headed off to Walgreens.  I wasn't sure whether to believe him or not.


Today when I came  home for lunch, the van was parked awkwardly in the garage.  I knew he'd driven again.  I asked him about it.  He decided he wanted to go to Walmart to buy his mother a birthday card (I reminded him last night his mom's birthday is next Monday).  He got to Walmart and realized he didn't know how to park, so he just left.  He missed the turn to come home.  Soon he realized he was at the turn off into Bentonville.  He thought he was in a turn only lane, so he exited off 540.  He drove to Braum's for a freeze.  After going through the drive thru, he didn't really want to turn left into oncoming traffic so he turned right and went through town.  He then realized he didn't know where he was going so he turned on the GPS and told it to take him home.  It took him downtown Bentonville and back up to 540 near my work.  Once he got home he wasn't sure how to park in the garage so that the door would shut and I could park too.  He was just a wee bit crooked.


He says that driving severely stresses him out!  There are so many things to think about.  He is worried that other drivers will pull out in front of him and he won't react in time. He then said he can't imagine he's any worse than either of his daughters.  That's not saying much, but it is saying, he's gaining back his independence.