So I like it when TechnoBoy has been driving the van because he backs into the driveway and I don't have to step out into a snowbank. A few days ago it occurred to me that I could try backing into the driveway myself even though I am quite sure that backing up AND aiming the vehicle at something, both at the same time, is ...beyond me.
So I backed in. Broke ...nothing. Did not hit the garage, did not run over children or stray dogs, parked close enough to the edge of the driveway that TechnoBoy can back the other vehicle, the pampered one, into the garage.
So I have been continuing to back in. The stomachache at the mere thought of it has receded to just the slightest pinching, and this morning, as I was backing up in the dark after running a way-too-early errand, I had to take a few tries. I berated myself then said out loud:
"The important thing is that you are trying it."
"And more important? There is no-one awake at this hour of the day to watch you."