I hate the waiting game.
Nick and his friend left yesterday to do some winter mountain climbing and now I'm sitting here waiting for the phone call saying "Hi honey, we're on our way home now and in one piece!" It never comes when I want it to.
|That's where they're climbing.|
My phone rings throughout the day and each time I think "YAY! They're done early! I don't have to worry anymore!" But reality bites me in the butt and says "Ha! It's just someone else. Try again later."
I know my husband is smart, safe, and cautious. I would trust him with my life, but I still worry. I can't help it. It's that motherly-wifely disease that I have contracted and each time he leaves to go on an adventure I worry. Not all adventures, though. If he's hiking a trail I know or snowshoeing I don't worry because it's not as dangerous or scary to me.
I think it also comes with my overly-cautious self. I tend to think about all of the possibilities and disasters. It's awful, sometimes.
On that note, I really dislike people who walk/bike on the road without some sort of light or reflector.
To get to our house you have to drive on country roads. Nick and I have almost hit countless people because they have not (a) carried a flashlight or some sort of lighted thing with them or (b) worn visible or proper reflectors.
I understand having to walk your dog or bike to/from work, but I think you can spare your life by just investing in some nice reflectors or bike lights if you are going to walk/bike on a road with little to no shoulder. I don't want to kill you, but when it's pitch black outside and I can't see you because you blend in with the trees and there is a car coming at me with blinding lights I may have no choice. I'd never hit a person. I'd drive my car into the ditch first and/or slam on the brakes, but I'm just trying to make a point here.
|Left: GOOD! Middle: Also good, but not plausible. Right: BAD! Where are you?!|
Alright. I'm done with the hatred and I must go further distract myself from my thoughts. So for now..