A Couple of Worry Warts

Tom calls himself a worrier from time to time.  I typically think of myself as more of a planner than a worrier.  But, I had a thought the other day that did make me worry.  When we go to Las Vegas, it will be the first time in my adult life that I will be without my own vehicle.  As a woman used to her independence, this realization hit me hard.  I’m not used to depending on anyone.  I revealed my worry to Tom the other night – along with the confession this lack of independence could make me cranky.  I wanted him to know that if I did get cranky, it wasn’t with or at him, but at the situation.  He assured me that I could have access to the car (with or without him). 

Which leads me to Tom’s worry.  He’s concerned that because he’s retired and I’ll be working from the apartment, he’ll be a nuisance to me, or that I’ll get sick of being around him – even with his daily trips to LifeTime. I know that there aren’t any guarantees, but we had a trial run of this scenario mid-December, when Tom was injured during a hockey game and I stayed with him for a week to be the nurse.  Sometimes, we were both in the front room, and sometimes, one of us went to the bedroom.  It seemed like a good compromise.  But, I thought it would be good if I had a place to go sometimes – since Tom’s got LifeTime – and since I don’t want him to feel banished while I’m working – so, I googled Starbucks locations in Las Vegas.  There’s one within two miles!  I could even walk and get in some steps! There’s a local coffee shop that’s even closer, so I’ve got a couple of options!  Whew!