Have I mentioned my love for the GPS? There's a busy interstate highway beyond that line of trees. I was headed there, per the plotted GPS route, when I saw the sign for a Rustic Road and, almost involuntarily, made a quick right-hand turn.
That's like music to my ears.
I don't want to go anywhere without the GPS these days.
Last Sunday, driving to Grandma's funeral, I kicked myself for not having grabbed it. I've driven to or been driven to that small town countless times over the past 50 years. I could do it with my eyes closed -- but I don't; in fact, I still look for and see things that are no longer there:
- "Bob Inn"
- "Club 45"
- "Ruth's Reweaving"
- "Pappy's Place"
- "Rainbow Supper Club"
- "Dog 'n Suds"
I re-live unspoken feelings of childhood panic every time I drive around a particular hillside curve; trees have now grown tall enough to obscure the view, but my mind's eye still sees nothing but blue sky beyond the guardrail, and a long way down. Perhaps foreshadowing my difficulty navigating over high, curvy and/or mountainous roads, I'd always hold my breath and worry that Dad wouldn't make the turn (for no particular reason, he's a very good driver!) and that we'd go sailing into the wild blue yonder. Nevertheless, I have a feeling of relief every single time.
Anyway, I had time for some extra-curricular driving on Sunday, off the beaten, well-known path -- and with the GPS, I'd have been able to get back on track and to the church on time.
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In a funk. Blog, Twitter, Facebook, Ravelry; integration, communication; knitting, cooking, gardening; happiness, sadness; flowers, rhubarb; my house; so many thoughts of Grandma (and the tears have finally decided to come... TODAY) and Grandpa, my other Grandma and Grandpa, the end; love and luck; health and wealth; moving; my parents, my self, my family, my kids; old, young; beginnings.
Among other things.
*sigh* Is it 5:00 yet? I am ready for the weekend now.