Tuesday was such a nice day that when Toby got home we decided to do some gardening, and no Mrs. Obama had no influence on our choice to plant a garden, but I would like a fancy dress like her gardening dress. We still had some tomato and pepper plants to plant. Toby wanted to ride bikes, but we really needed to do the gardening (and I was sore from riding bikes on Monday). When Jesse got home from work and her workout, she wanted to ride motorcycles. I knew there was no holding them back, and gave in graciously. While I fixed supper, they got on their gear and rode off. Toby roared passed the house leaving Jesse in the dirt and me not able to get a photo of them riding together. Jesse went much slower down the driveway. I guess Toby thought he would roar ahead of her and maybe she would catch up. Maybe he thought he could ride fast and then circle back to check on her. Who knows what men really think!
Jesse had mentioned that she was low on gas, but I had told her that she and her dad could stop and get some gas at the truck stop. Since Toby roared off, he was not privileged to this conversation. Sure enough, Jes ran out of gas, and Toby had to come back for her. Next, her brakes locked up, and she was stuck in the middle of the road until Toby came back again. Eventually they made it home safely, but Toby’s eyes were still rolling at her, and she was still explaining herself.
It reminded me of a scene I saw one Saturday morning while I was waiting for Toby to come out of AutoZone. A man with a very little girl was walking across the parking lot into AutoZone. The little girl’s hair was sticking out in all directions, her clothes were a mess, and she trotted happily along beside her dad, but was not holding his hand. The dad seemed oblivious to her and was intent on AutoZone. It made me think of the times that my dad got my brother and me up on Saturday morning to run errands with him and to give Mom some quiet time to sleep in. The difference was that Dad always insisted on my hair being pulled back in a ponytail before he would take me with him. This other Dad was not so thoughtful. I bet his wife appreciated his taking the daughter off with him. I bet the daughter loved it (like I used to). But I bet the mother had no idea how bad her daughter looked and would have been horrified to see that the dad was not holding her hand in the parking lot. All went fine, though. Mothers just worry about such things- dads not so much. Dads seem to have some sort of angel watching over them.