Well, I’ve made my first boo-boo since becoming a paint mixing maven five weeks ago: I forgot to clock out yesterday. I little pop-up message on my iPad alerted me to this oversight. Thinking back, I realized it was true. I didn’t clock out from work yesterday.

Now in my defense (ahem …) yesterday was a sorta tough day for me. I had a customer who wanted eight different paint samples at the same time I had a very aggressive customer who wanted to know everything there was to know about painting his garage floor – or was it his driveway? Sigh. Anyway, with help from my associates, it got done properly without any oops, but the stress took its toll. When I left work yesterday, I wasn’t entirely sure I was going back.

But in this morning’s light, and after a nice dinner at McCarthy’s last night (liver & onions), I am ready to take it on again. I think I have to fill out a form to fix yesterday’s boo-boo, so I’ll try to do that today. It’s a day off, but I don’t want it lingering. Apparently if you forget twice, you get ‘points’. You know – ‘points’? Dings to your permanent record. Just like what they warned you about in high school. Double sigh.

We went to McCarthy’s for dinner last night because Brother John was passing through from work in Deerfield to home in Orlando. He likes their chicken pot pie and he was paying, so to McCarthy’s Pub in Tequesta we went. The meal was lovely, but I felt bad for the three servers trying to cover the whole dining room. Before Covid, during the season there were at least five servers, so these gals and a guy were really pressed. The place was quite loud as well, as they had an Irishman at the keyboard singing about the Unicorn and humpty back camels on top of the din of voices. Can’t fault the food though – perfect. So when we got back home, John helped me connect our new modem/router sent by Xfinity because according to them I needed a new one. You can predict the rest. Yes, it said to connect to the Xfinity app, even though’ we had no internet because we had a new modem that hadn’t connected to their system yet. How is it that Xfinity can make the simplest things so complicated? So, of course we had to call India, and it got straightened out. But really, people – it should be so much easier.

Back to the HD front. Last night I applied for a different job online – Kitchen Designer. I think I have to tell my manager that I did so, according to the instructions on the internal website. That would be great if I knew who that was. I think it’s L, but since I’ve seen him for a total of about 30 seconds in five weeks, I’m not entirely sure. When I go in today, I’ll ask about that too. I seriously doubt I’ll even get an interview, but hey! You know my refrain: it gives me something to write about. The further adventures of the Paint Lady in HD land.

Book club last night was fun with such a diverse set of opinions about the Alice Hoffman book we read. It wasn’t my favorite, but that’s because I expect someone with Alice’s experience to try harder to make the book extraordinary. It wasn’t. Others were less critical, but everyone agreed I think that they’d read other books on the same theme that were better. Oh well. Next month is Cloud Cuckoo Land. Controversial. On hold for me at the Jupiter library. Will start on it tomorrow.

So can we talk about something other than what’s happening in Ukraine? Yes, I think I’d like that. How about progress decorating the cottage? Gonna need pix for that, and it’s not ready, so maybe tomorrow. The crown molding needs painting, and maybe Colter will have time for that tomorrow. We are supposed to be putting up a 42″ tv somewhere for our transients to entertain themselves with. Another decorating project. All a work in progress. All I have so far is a minimally comfortable and functional room. It needs to be better. Paint was applied, and crown molding, but it needs pictures on the wall and the tv hung. So more work. Additional caulk is needed for the molding, as you can clearly see the cuts between the pieces. Tomorrow. But I had to get that ‘c’ word in somewhere. No, not that one! Caulk!

Saw the president of Finland on the News Hour. He looked jet lagged since he flew over 4k miles to visit with Biden, likely for an hour or so. It’s clear, in spite of his poor English and vague references to his Parliament, that Putin has really scared the Finns. They’re talking about joining NATO. So just as I mentioned before, VTI ‘s actions have resulted in his alleged worst fears coming to pass. By the time this is over, everyone in the free world is going to join NATO. So then it won’t be the North American Treaty Organization. It’ll be the Democracies of the World Treaty Organization DOWTO. Doesn’t exactly fall trippingly off the tongue, does it? But Japan is worried for Taiwan and Korea, so they’ll join, and they’re clearly in the east. Same with South Korea. Maybe there’s a possibility we’re learning from history? But I’ll tell you what, if those damn Russkies keep tryin’ to blow up nuclear power plants, we’re all gonna get fried or develop leukemia together – some sooner than others. What a bunch of dumb bastards. Sure looks like nobody’s in charge of this stampeding bunch of oafs. Their performance to date has been, shall we say less than stellar?

OK, enough on that. Isn’t there something fun to talk about? I don’t go back to work until Sunday, so nothing to report there. HD is slowing increasing my hours so the last week in March I’ll work 29 1/2 hours – you know, the line between part time and full time. I think I made it quite clear that part time was all I desired. But they are so short of help, particularly in stocking at night, that an attempt at more hours was inevitable. My goal for last week, as previously stated, was to be kind and hand out compliments to my co-workers. My goal for next week is to learn the labyrinthine system of where paint base tints are stored. The system makes very little sense, and there are exceptions galore – you know, just like chemistry! So I will peruse the shelves again and hope to be faster at locating base paint. Really ambitious, huh? Hey, when I ain’t fast enough, we lose sales from the pros. Can’t have that. Time is money to them.

That’s all for now – writing group got cancelled for tomorrow so I can go to the grocery store in the morning as the larder is quite bare.

Alright, that metaphor’s a bit of a stretch, but I’m trying to stick with the theme, here. What I’m really asking is: how’s this thing with Ukraine gonna turn out?

According to some egghead professor in Chicago, there’s five possibilities:

1. VTI gets his ass kicked, and withdraws. Hmm … sounds like a fairy tale to me.
2. VTI attacks Kyiv, throws Zelensky out (or kills him) and installs a puppet regime that he controls. Hmm … maybe.
3. VTI takes all of Ukraine, which is no longer Ukraine, but instead is southwest Russia. Hmm … That’s a big jump. Not sure about this one.
4. VTI takes all of Ukraine, and Moldova and Georgia and every piece of land that isn’t under the NATO umbrella. Hmm … that’s a REALLY big jump. Definitely not sure about that one.
5. VTI takes Ukraine, the little countries and then goes over the line and tries to get Poland, Lithuania, and the other NATO affiliates. Hmm … ironically, I think this might happen.

Uh, say what? OK, let’s say I’m writing this as a piece of historical fiction. I set the plot in eastern Europe, and invent characters like Trump, Zelensky and VTI. They proceed according to that which has already occurred. We’re at this point in the story. How would I write the next portion? Then, how would I write the ending? Because none of the five options listed above is the ending. Because if you look at them carefully, they’re just steps on a spectrum, from retreat to full scale war. That didn’t require a Ph.D. from the University of Chicago to figure out. That’s just common sense. So maybe all of them occur.

Uh, say what again? Yes. A strategic retreat with a half-assed promise to behave. That lasts about a month. VTI learns from his mistake – you know, like the scene in The Hunt for Red October when the rogue captain Ramius says the sub hunting him made a mistake, but he’ll learn from it. VTI will approach taking Ukraine differently next time. Oh, but wait! Nope. Start over – throw that page away. Why? Because the financial sanctions imposed by the world won’t allow him time for that option.

OK, moving on. Zelensky must definitely go. So would I kill him off? I don’t think so. He’s become so cute and popular, that his death would make him a martyr. No, he’s gotta just go into exile, say to West Germany. No! He gets taken as a “prisoner of war” back to Russia. You’ll see why in a minute. A puppet regime is installed, and everybody comes back from Poland or Romania or wherever and things settle down. For a while. That could happen. But the sanctions…what happens with them? Clearly they are a problem. OK – got it. VTI says to the world, release the sanctions or the kid gets it. That’s gangster talk for killing Zelensky – and his family – like the Tsar and his kids. Yep – that would work. Moving on,

Now the bad guys are the western world. Are you gonna let Zelensky the adoreable die? What about those cute kids? Oh, no! Can’t do that. But VTI can’t be trusted. What to do, what to do! OK, how about this: we try a “snatch and save” operation with SFs, but it fails and the SFs are killed. Now the west looks like Jimmy Carter after the botched attempt to rescue the Iranian hostages. Some negotiations take place, and sanctions are removed. Zelensky flies to West Germany with his family, and things calm down again. For a while.

Now VTI is a hero in Russia. He stood up against those western imperialists! Everyone goes back to doing business with Russia. The oligarchs are happy; The ruble recovers. If we’re looking at history as a guide, we’re at the point where Stalin and Hitler have made a pact. Putin has Belarus, but that’s like having France or Norway for Hitler. No, VTI needs something more vicious. He needs to make a pact with … wait for it … Poland. Now there’s an irony. Poland throws in their lot with VTI, so he won’t attack them and because he’s shown he’s the bad boy of the block. They are superficial enough to go for that.

So now in the game of Risk, Putin has a straight shot to Germany. Again, history goes in reverse. He takes a straight line across Belarus, Ukraine and Poland to go after West Germany. OK, stop. Nope. Another thrown away page. Note to self: there are 30 countries – yes, I said it: 30 countries that make up NATO. You attack one, you attack them all. There’s no way just having a pact with Poland gets him where he wants to be. So then what?

Somewhere in the process of Poland dropping out of NATO, a new group is formed with Russia, China, North Korea, the countries formerly known as Ukraine and Belarus, Iran, and surprise! Mexico and Cuba. It’s the plot of my story, Save the Children! A new cold war filled with failed attempts at nuclear strikes, cyberwarfare and ultimately the breakup of the world’s democracies. And so it begins. And ends. Wow, that is a very depressing scenario. We can only hope that thinking it and talking about it will make it NOT happen. We’ll see.

The Russian military claims it now controls the skies over the entire country of Ukraine. US media was unable to confirm or deny the claim, simply noting that the Russian military has been known to lie in the past. Imagine! Not that the US military hasn’t also lied in the past. But I disgress.

Here’s my point. There is so much mis- and disinformation about what’s going on in Russia’s unprovoked attack on the sovereign country of Ukraine, that at times it drifts into the theater of the absurd. Other examples: Belarus is going to take back their nuclear arms? Putin is suffering from Parkinson’s disease, based on how he swings his arms (appendages, not weapons)? US Special Ops veterans are joining the war, based on Zelensky’s invitation to foreigners to come and help out? Social media and actual war make for strange comrades.

I’ve taken to Twitter after a many year hiatus to follow Zelensky’s posts. That way I know that he’s still alive, ostensibly, and that Kyiv hasn’t been taken by the Russians yet. The whole paint department at my HD is tracking him during our shift, rooting for his longevity. I suspect there are many other social and work places doing the same. The entire world is watching; he’s clearly managed the PR end of this war thing a whole lot better than his nemesis, VTI. That’s because his last gig before president was TV actor. You know, like Ronald Reagan? But is his success sustainable? That depends on so many different variables, that anything can and will happen. Duh! Talk about stating the obvious. Come on!

Speaking of the paint department, things are getting just a trifle easier. I’m making it through my shifts without a great deal of physical difficulty. I seem to understand the system better now, making fewer mistakes and having to ask for help less. Still very much in learning mode, but now it’s fringe instead of mainstream stuff. Most important, I’m getting ideas for making things better. Isn’t that the ultimate in successful job onboarding?

I’ve been reading The Unpopular Mr. Lincoln, by Larry Tagg. The book does a great job of detailing the period of time between Abe winning the election and his inauguration. Most history books just gloss over that period, preferring to jump into the war itself. That’s too bad, because a lot happened between November 1860 and March 1861 that is most instructive and applicable to today. Compare the southern aristocracy and VTI. All that which they feared came about as a direct result of their own actions. In the case of the American south, they feared the loss of their human capital wealth from Lincoln freeing the slaves during his administration. They lost the war and Congress created the 12th and 13th Amendments to the Constitution outlawing slavery. VTI allegedly fears Ukraine joining the EU and NATO. Putin invades Ukraine, and immediately Zelensky asks to join the EU. Can a NATO membership be far behind? Could there have been negotiations to stop either of these from happening? Larry suggests no for the south’s secession. Positions on both sides were hardened well before Lincoln’s election. I’m fairly certain the same could be said about Putin. He’d made up his mind and counted to three, well before the actual invasion on February 24th.

Things will end badly for Putin, just as they did for the South. But instead of Sherman’s scorched earth throughout the landscape, it’ll be scorched Rubles and Russian stocks. And where are the oligarchs in all this, the equivalent aristocracy, those who collectively have the most to lose? They will end up much worse off for this adventure. As previously mentioned, they might want to start looking around now for a new guy to head their enterprise. Putin’s time is fast coming to an end, either because he’s going to try to play the nuke card, or because of his poorly swinging arm, indicating a disease that leads to hallucinations. Neither option is good for billionaires in Mother Russia. Boys?

They told me it would happen – eventually – and it did: yesterday. I was helping a guy who barely spoke English with a gallon of paint. I showed him how to open the top with a particular tool. He took it upon himself to show me how to open the larger part of the top with the pry bar. Then he spilled a pint of it on the floor. He was telling S, my co-worker, that I did it. She laughed, said they’d fire me, and proceeded to tell me to call Ext. 101 for cleanup. I called. It got cleaned up, mostly with J’s help.

Speaking of J, he’s leaving because he got a CNA license and is going to work collecting urine specimens from prisoners. It pays more, so I can see why he’s doing it. But after three years as an HD associate, I can also see why he needs a change. Last week, they had him scheduled to work nine days in a row. He says it’s because it’s done by computer, who has no empathy for humans. That doesn’t bode well.

Speaking of boding well, he’s gone ahead and done it – VTI that is. Massive attack on Ukraine. It never made sense to me that he was just going to attack little Donetsk and the area to the north of the disputed part of that region. But now he’s in the thick of it. Last I looked, the ruble was pegged at 89 to the dollar, up from about 72 a couple of weeks ago. But since he has reserves in dollars, he doesn’t care. It’ll only affect the good citizens of Moscow when everything costs 12% more since yesterday. Folly: pure folly.

How will all this end? Since he’s threatening the use of nukes if anyone interferes, that is the best indication to me that he’s losing his marbles, right along with Trump. It’s time for the world to move on to the younger generation, and for the Russian military to do something to stop VTI before he does something really stupid – like fire a nuke at New York City. I think it’s going to get very hairy before things calm down. As I said to Kirsten, at this point, anything can happen. Sanctions are the least of the things that must be done to stop this insanity. He needs to be taken out with a coup, with another government waiting in the wings. The odds of that happening all depend on the oligarchs that keep him up there on his perch. If they get nervous that their world is about to be majorly threatened, they may be able to pull the plug on VTI’s regime. But they gotta have something to put in his place. Otherwise, chaos reigns. That we certainly don’t need.

And all this because he didn’t like Zelensky’s laugh. Bizarro, eh?

I worked on Monday for 6 hours, the longest straight time yet. I survived it, albeit with the need for some definite foot, ankle and leg massage. I used Patricia Mary’s suggestion for support knee-highs, and it definitely made a difference. It just squished my toes more than regular socks. Hey! Small price to pay, relative speaking?

I woke up this morning, thinking about humans and work and all the problems in the world. On my last shift, I fiinally met The Boss – the head of the department. We’ll call him L. He seems like a very nice man. Made me think about bosses – thank goodness he isn’t like Franklin Hart and there are no Rozs!

Isn’t that sort of thing a microcosm for the current world’s ills? Putin invades Ukraine, not because he is genuinely worried about little Volodymyr attacking his ever so much larger country. It’s because Volodymyr started out on TV as a comedian actually playing the part of the President of Ukraine. He has the capacity to laugh at life and the job of being in that position. Yes, I said it – the capacity to laugh. Vlad the Invader hates that. When you are capable of keeping things in perspective and finding the humor in it as Zelensky has been able to, creeps like VTA behave like Mike Myers’ Dr. Evil and must crush that happiness. Isn’t that sad? As the late Rodney King once asked, “Can’t we all just get along?”

So the goal for this week is to give out compliments to all my co-workers – and to laugh, appropriately and demurely, of course. Handing out compliments – you know, like Jemaine’s idea to help Bret cheer up in the Bowie episode of Flight of the Conchords, that brilliant, short lived HBO series? I’ll try to refrain from taking up Bowie’s suggestion to Bret that didn’t go so well. No, not the eye patch. If you’ve seen it, you’ll know of what I speak. If you haven’t, find a way to watch it On Demand. It’ll always be there somewhere. Compliments. No eye patch. No waggling. Got it.

I worked Saturday noon to five. No computer training this time, all on the floor. Five hours less a 15 minute break on my feet. They were fine: the ankles were not happy. But a hot shower and footrub helped. I just need to drink more water on the job to keep from getting dehydrated, which leads to foot and leg cramps. Hey, I’m learning!

Speaking of learning, the paint system was down for about half of my shift. From what I was able to glean from other associates making phone calls to HQ, there was a problem with the servers and DNS – does that mean they maybe got hacked? Or maybe it was an update gone wrong. In any event, we had to turn lots of people away until the system was at least partially restored. That’s because the formulae for paint is in the system, and a label must print out in order to know how much of which components go into that shade. It can be manually mixed, but only if the system tells us what to mix. See the codes on the label? But that’s a good thing to know. J says the system only goes down every couple of months or so. Here’s hoping that is so, and I know how to manually mix paint next time it does.

Just finished watching the last episode of Season 2 of All Things Great and Small, a terrific remake of Herriot’s wonderful stories on PBS. It was set at Christmas, with small crises but major togetherness, all combined into a terrific send-off for that season. At the very end, Mrs. Hall looks out the window to see a plane flying over in the snow. This is the verge of World War II, and she has a son out there somewhere that’s of fighting age. I immediately had a flashback to a similar situation we experienced at Christmas in 2007. Here’s what I wrote about it, relative to our son Erik the Younger.

We have Christmas, and I gather as much family as I can to say goodbye before he leaves.  He’s full of stories and pictures of his own – of himself and the guys with whom he will deploy.  It’s a three man unit:  he’s the team leader.  There’s the driver they call Granny because he’s slow and careful.  Then there’s the gunner, an impetuous, somewhat goofy young man.  They nickname him Jethro and, thus, they become Team Bugtussle.  Recall that Bugtussle was the Tennessee home town of the Beverly Hillbillies.  The three of them apparently thought this was funny.

And then it’s done – he and his daughter return north, and the clock starts ticking down to departure day.

I’d been going through the stages of dealing with death & dying that Elizabeth Kubler Ross detailed.  I’d already been through denial, anger and depression.  I was angry at Bush for starting this mess and then for not knowing how to fix it after it broke.  I had a special, burning anger for Dick Cheney, who appeared to mastermind and control the whole debacle.  I was depressed at the prospect of not seeing or hearing from my son for the eight months his deployment is supposed to last. 

Then it was time for some bargaining.  Maybe he’ll get to go somewhere safe and nothing bad will happen.  Four days before he left, he called to tell me he’s going to a place called Rustamaya.  I did some research, and it appeared to be relatively safe, according to the New York Times reporters in Baghdad.  I felt relieved.  Then, two days before deployment, he called again to say Team Bugtussle’s assignment location had changed:  had I ever heard of a place called Sadr City?  Indeed I had.  It was the least safe place in Iraq, along with Basra in the south.  Erik and his little band of brothers would go to Sadr City.  They would return home ten months later, alive but profoundly damaged.

The gunner Jethro killed himself last month.

As we read daily about the potential for a Russian invasion of Ukraine, I think about the folly that was our invasion of Iraq in 2003. Putin mentioned that as some kind of rationalized justification for his own actions. Apparently he didn’t think things through, as he forgot how things turned out for us before we finally left in … 2010, wasn’t it? Things won’t go well for him either. Sorry to end on such a down note, but Good Lord: don’t we ever learn?

I am happy to report that I did survive day 2 with no injuries or incidents. There was a new ‘associate’ whom I shall call M – like the head of Bond’s spy agency – who is a rock star. Really! I guess you could say she’s a retired rock star..wears glitter around her eyes, is funny and quite good at her job. When they say in the ersatz real people videos that the workforce at HD is diverse, they likely have no idea how much so. Who’d a thunk it? A woman who played and sang with a band for thirty years now mixes paint to make ends meet. Gotta luv it.

The new Skechers were a decided improvement over my old ones with the hole above the left big toe. Sister Sharyn suggested wide fit, which should help later on after long hours on the feet. With socks, they are a perfect fit without pinching. I was only vertical for 90 minutes because of more computer stuff, but that’s progress. Recall my goal this week was simply to maintain verticality. I told that to associate I, who assured me that the bosses were very flexible about it if you have to sit down because of the impending threat of a swoon. That was good to hear. I also took snacks and water, which definitely helps. So there’s proof right there I still have the capacity to learn at my advanced age. Who knew?

In the meantime, Is Vlad the Impaler about to become Vlad the Invader? It would appear so. Hangin’ out in that bunker listening to those hawks tell him he’s nyet a man if he doesn’t invade is taking its toll – and Zelensky is beatin’ feet to Munich, so he’s gonna miss the parade!

Kirsten posted on FB about all this resembling the scene in Dr. Strangelove when Turgidson and the Russian ambassador roll around on the floor. “Gentlemen, you can’t fight in here – this is the war room.” Classic line, classic movie – and definitely proof that VTI (Vlad the Invader, my new name for Putin) has gone quite bonkers in the bunker. In my comments, I paraphrased Shakespeare’s Richard III, saying ‘he’ll have her but he won’t keep her’. Where’s Charlie Wilson and his RPG’s when you need him? Or for that matter, Osama Bin Laden to lead the mujas to fight the invading horde? And the beat goes on…sigh.

Meanwhile, back at the ol’ homestead, Emily passed her driving test. Congrats to Em! She’ll now be a licensed driver after a trip to the dreaded agency with long lines and that camera that makes anyone look like a goon – or is it a goob? You know what I’m talkin’ about – get out your driver’s license and look at your photo – eh?

That’s all for now – gotta ‘carb up for this afternoon’s efforts, lookin’ at houses in North Palm and doin’ time at the paint palace. Livin’ the life.

My working career began yesterday, with my assigned shift from 2 – 8 PM. The first nearly five hours were just sitting in front of a computer screen, watching attractive allegedly HD employees. They were filling me in on the do’s and don’ts of the job. I heard at least half a dozen times that certain behaviors would lead to ‘disciplinary action, up to and including termination.’ What kinds of infractions? Sexual harassment and chasing shoplifters into the parking lot. It’s highly unlikely I would commit either of these faux pas’, so I guess I am in the clear there.

Now, as to the last hour – it about killed me. Note to self #1: need better shoes. An hour of standing in the paint department with my old Skechers sneakers led to shortness of breath and a near fainting spell. The anti-Covid mask didn’t help. Also, note to self #2: eat lunch before you go to work and take water to stash in the break room. I got low blood sugar and was dehydrated: two very bad things to have at our age, eh? Had to sit down and put my head between my knees.

The paint department is pretty busy, even at night. The evening shift guys whom I’ll call I and J are very nice, helpful and competent. Young. Haven’t met the head of the department yet, but I’m led to believe it’s an older woman, which by their definition probably means she’s 40. Sigh.

So my goal for this week is to maintain my verticality and not pass out, causing some kind of lost time injury that would probably lead to my ‘disciplinary action, up to and including termination.’ Gotta pace myself. Two years of no gym ’cause of Covid means I’m not exactly aerobically fit. But they seem to be understanding of this reality, so maybe I’ll actually survive in the job til week 2. We can only hope.

They called me last Friday afternoon, saying my background check was complete and my history unblemished. I went to Orientation on Saturday, and got my schedule for this week. I work Wednesday, Friday and Saturday afternoons. So I’ll have a total of 20 hours at the end of the week. The max for part time is 27, which suits me just fine.

During Orientation, they showed a video, mostly rah rah stuff about how great the company is. However, there was one caveat: no representing yourself as speaking for HD on social media. So here’s my disclaimer: I DO NOT SPEAK FOR OR REPRESENT ANY INTEREST ASSOCIATED WITH HOME DEPOT. I’M AN ASSOCIATE, SOON TO BE WORKING IN THE PAINT DEPARTMENT. That should keep the lawyers happy.

So now let’s talk about something really important: Ukraine. As my regular readers know, I started writing about Ukraine way back in 2014 when the government was overthrown by the people. Having also included it as part of the plot in Who Killed Kitty Genovese, I was following recent events there with great interest. Kirsten asked me if I thought Russia would invade. My response was anything was possible, but most likely Boris and Joe would find a way for Vlad to save face so he could back down. It appears that may be happening at the moment. I certainly hope so.

What does this mean for the future? I think as long as it’s not Donald the Dope in the Oval Office, Vlad will think twice about trying this stunt again. So it’s really important that even if the next president is a Republican, it can’t be Trump. I know I speak of that which is obvious, but hey – someone has to say it, right?

The only other news on the horizon is Granddaughter Emily taking her driving test this Thursday in Stuart. She’d originally booked an appointment for today, but had to go to Belle Glade to take the test. That was too much for everybody, so instead we made one at a driving school in Stuart for Thursday. Wish her luck.