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.  :)

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Feelings

You know the stereotypical situation where the wife, or maybe the shrink, asks, "How does that make you feel?"  I never understood that question.  My possible answers to that question would be glad, sad, tired, hungry....that's about it.  To me those are "feelings".  When asked, "What does your heart say you should do?", I go blank.  I think in very practical, concrete terms.  My heart doesn't talk, it only pumps blood, but I know X is the right thing to do, so I go with that.  Is that the same thing?  


Am I some oddball for NOT being able to think in the abstract?  I build homes.  Lumber, brick, pipes, wires.....and of course, concrete.  Could this be some insidious, subliminal emotional/physical link?  An occupational hazard?


"How do you get from here to there?"  You take I-30 west to Frog Knot, then turn north on US 94, go 6 miles.....  No, the answer the questioner is looking for is, "You go where your heart takes you, where your soul can breathe and smile."  Huh?  


I must be the dumbest rock in the quarry, because none of that kind of talk makes any sense to me.  I guess thinking in concrete terms has become some kind of societal handicap these days.  (Wonder if I can get one of those special handicap parking tags?  Oops...sorry...yet another concrete, practical thought.)


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