In just a little more than a week, I’ll be getting started on a new adventure. I’ll be directing a children’s musical production of “The Mad Adventures of Mr. Toad.” It’ll be fun going through someone else’s MAD adventures for a change, especially when it comes automobiles. You see, Mr. Toad has a penchant for trying out new things. He goes through these phases and quickly changes along the way – kind of like a short attention span syndrome I guess. He gets himself into a lot of difficulties with his various adventures, but none like I’ve experienced with cars.
My very first car was a 1950’s Ford Fairlane which was about to leave the world at any moment. Fortunately I didn’t have to drive more than three miles a day to take my children to school. When it finally did give up the ghost, we had to push it out of the driveway so the tow truck could carry it to it’s final resting place.
Next came my snappy, black Monte Carlo. Snappy because it as a definite step up from the first. I needed something more reliable since I had become a Tupperware salesperson and had to put on a lot more miles. With that car, I learned how to start a dead car by sticking a pencil in the carburetor. I also was able to drive it with a broken tie rod, with the assistance of my guardian angel. While on my way to a Tupperware party, Old Monty died on a busy bridge. A kind gentleman stopped to help. When I told him my situation, he offered to take me to my destination with all my wares. I could then phone my husband and have him call a tow truck. I guess I was very naïve in those days. I could’ve been kidnapped, but I took a chance. The man offered to sell me some of the frozen meat he was purveying from his trunk. I declined, but managed to get in a pitch for my product. I told him I had some wonderful containers he could order for such items.
I finally graduated to a new car. A Jeep. This had been my husband’s car before me, so I knew it was well cared for. While driving it one day, with a bevy of children, the stick shift came out as I downshifted to make a turn. Again, my guardian angel was at the ready. I rammed the stick back into place and continued on.
Last year at this time, I had convinced myself that I was in complete retirement. There are times when our plans change – even when we get older. I was given another opportunity to work at what I love, with a fairly new theater company in my neighborhood. I am proud to be part of this organization, because it is a wonderful outlet for children to create quality theater and learn while the do it.
So for the next couple months, I will be doing theater again. Actually I’ll undoubtedly be doing theater until I die. (hopefully not on stage.) The car I’m driving now is not new, but it sure has been a blessing for me. It would be lovely to have a little red convertible like Toad’s though.