The drivers-ed instructor said that where your eyes go, your car will follow. And I have noticed that over the years I can be looking off into a field too long and find myself veering in that direction. So when my husband is driving through the mountains, I don’t want him to look anywhere but straight ahead. Of course you can have a brief glance without rolling off the edge, but generally speaking we are prone to follow where our gaze leads.
I used to panic if I caught his head turned at all away from straight ahead as we drove through the mountains. Poor guy.
Right here on the heels of our Wisconsin farm selling, my husband has been offered a job in California. A job he has been longing for, setting his sights on, as a camp maintenance director.
I’m guest posting today at my gracious friend Alicia’s blog. To read more click on over to The Overflow…