These days, about an hour of Fred's driving is all I can stand anymore. He's a "weaver" and a "narrator", and I can't handle either one. I'm done trying to keep myself alive driving long distances with him, while he looks around, narrates, and weaves. We've tried the headphones thing (him) so he can blast the radio to himself, but then I'm not sure that's a great idea either. Or very safe. He tends to zone out and then weaves, but at least he's not narrating. And as for him hearing horns honking? Nope. Maybe I could get some noise cancelling ones. Or, I could drive. Nah. I'd rather fly--- and let someone else do the driving.
And before I close, a quick plug for Screenmobile. They were just here to fix our retractable screen that Sis ran through last week and were able to repair it. Whew. It won't hold forever since Sis did do a pretty good number on it, but it's good at least for now, unless she nails it going full speed again. This is the second time I have used them and they are really great. Several years ago all of our screens were shot and I had them all replaced. The guy drove up dragging a 15 foot trailer, popped all of the screens off, replaced them right here, and popped them back on. Now, that's what I call easy.