No, I'm not lost. They must have moved it.

My wife is "directionally challenged".  She has to use landmarks around the house in order to find the bathroom.  Going to the mailbox qualifies as a road trip.  I'm thinking I should keep a current photo of her available at all times for the authorities to put on TV and on those overhead highway info signs when they need to search for her.

For some inexplicable reason she made a doctor's appointment for today at 7:30 am.  She's a creature of habit (so am I), and this change of schedule has totally messed up her day.  

Before she left she asked me, "What street do we turn on to go to the animal hospital?"

ME:  That would be Custer Road.

Fifteen minutes later she called me, her voice very loud and several octaves higher than normal.

K:  I'M LOST.  I CAN'T FIND IT!  I'M GONNA BE LATE!

ME:  Did you turn on Custer Road?

K:  YES, BUT I CAN'T FIND IT.

ME:  So where are you now?

K:  I'VE GONE TOO FAR.  I'M ON SPRING CREEK.

ME:  OK, Spring Creek at what side street?

K:  I DON'T KNOW.  I TOLD YOU I'M LOST!

ME:  Give me your doctor's address....I'll look it up.

K:  IT'S AT XXXX INDEPENDENCE.

ME:  Umm....then you should have turned at Independence.

K:  THEN WHY DID YOU TELL ME TO TURN AT CUSTER?

ME:  I DIDN'T (now I'm talking loud and several octaves higher, too).  YOU ASKED ME WHERE THE VET WAS.  THE VET OBVIOUSLY HAS NOTHING AT ALL TO DO WITH WHERE YOUR DOCTOR IS!  *deep breath*  OK, now where are you?

K:  I'M ON HEDGECOX!

ME: Which way are you going....Hedgecox runs east/west.  Are you going towards our house or away from our house? 

K:  I DON'T KNOW!

ME:  Is the sun in your eyes or at your back?

K:  NO!

ME:  No what?  No sun in your eyes, or no sun at your back?

K:  I'M GONNA BE LATE!  I HATE YOU!  ALL I KNOW IS THE TOLLWAY (SH 121) IS ON MY RIGHT.

ME:  *Ah-ha....a real clue*  OK, then you're going west.  The next major intersection is Independence.  Turn right there.

K:  SO GET IN THE RIGHT LANE?

*Personal observation:  I'm thinking the authorities should give special dispensation to K due to her handicap.  Maybe a special window sticker or license plate symbol that will allow her to turn any damn direction she wants from any damn lane she wants. *

ME:  Yes, sweetie.  That would be great.

K:  OH, THERE IT IS!  Thank you.  I love you.  Gotta go now.  *kiss, kiss*

She called me 45 minutes later to tell me that she got the time wrong.  Her appointment wasn't until 8:30. 

Have a wonderful Monday everyone.  :)

S

Did you ever have "one of those days"?

I'm definitely a creature of habit.  I generally roll out of bed around 6 am, visit the loo, say "hey" to the wife and the pooch, grab a coffee drink, then check the internet news and social media.  Sometime later I shower, shave, dress, grab a quick bite to eat, take the dog out, THEN go out and face the world.  Every day, in that order.

Today bro is out of town, gone to his wife's niece's graduation from veterinary school.  I have been called out of retirement to again take over as CEO, maintanence man, junk phone call taker person, and general all around flunkie.  This prestigious position requires that I be up and out on the road by 8 am, therefore my morning schedule as outlined above is out the window.

Then I look out the window and BAM!....road's gone.  Fog ate it.  What the....?

It isn't that getting out on the road at 8 is too early, not at all.  It's just the sequence that's out of whack.  The world is just so....so very wrong this morning.  I feel like I've knocked the earth another couple of degrees further off it's axis.

Yep, I broke the earth.  That was me.  Sorry.

S