I put away my clean laundry and Skyler's. I then wipe down the kitchen counter, put away the clean, dry dishes; place 3 home-grown tomatos on the window seal, although they're so ripe that they could burst and don't need any extra sunlight. Tomatos just want to sit on the window. I've also cleaned the bathrooms and taken out the trash. And I settle in to watch some appontment tv, which for me today is sports shows on ESPN.

I realize I'm worried about my daughter and her friend, Sam, who've left early for a concert in the city and cannot sit still to watch tv. I keep jumping up remembering something else I could be doing. She's not driven on the interstate highways before and was taking the back roads into Asheville. She's unsure of the directions to the new venue and I was worrying about her getting lost and ending up on the Smoky Park connector.

It's near downtown Asheville where 3 major interstate highways, I-26, I-40, I-240, come together over the French Broad River. I always get chills driving around that area. Cars are merging from all over the place and are jockying for best position; road rules be damned. I usually have a little word of prayer on this stretch of road and also call on my guardian angels to guide me. My main angel is my Father who passed away 14 years ago.

Sounds a little dramatic, I know, but the older I get the more unsure, but careful I am behind the wheel. When I was young and driving I was invincible, as we all were. I also had several wrecks. Now I'm older and more aware because I know what can happen on the highways. My daughter is a very good driver, but I'll never stop worrying until I see her walk into the house. I now know how my parents must have felt when I was out with friends at 17.

UPDATE: She pulled into the drive at 10:00pm. Yeah...umm, better check her head for possible fever or other illness.