Directions

Maybe I should change the name of my blog to something about my life after divorce, or learning about myself without Jerrid, something of that nature. It was Jerrid and me for 20 years, so I'm learning all sorts of stuff about myself that I didn't really know before.

This weekend I learned that I am absolutely horrible at giving directions. And I mean HORRIBLE. I pretty much never had to give directions before because Jerrid has a strong natural sense of direction. So I could just sit in the passanger seat and read while he drove places.

What makes me a bad direction giver? Well, let's see, I don't know my right from left- I'm not dumb just never could get that down. I also don't get which direction is north, south, east, or west. Instead of remembering road names or directions I remember landmarks, you turn on the road that has the yellow house with the black garage door on the corner, turn in the direction which I used to wear a wedding ring on my finger, which is left. That's how I think. That especially doesn't translate well into navigation terms when the landmarks are for my hometown and the landmarks have changed somewhat since the last time I lived there, I moved when I was 12! I guess it's hard to follow directions when I say, "Turn this way, when you get to the house that used to be yellow with a black garage door," then we get to that road and the house is now white and the garage has been turned into a new addition.

I also tend to get bored. I get the person receiving directions onto a road and then by the time I'm supposed to tell them when to turn again, I have lost interest and started reading instead. We just kept ending up turning around again and again.

At one point, Dan complained to Mary, "Why aren't you keeping her entertained?" ]

Mary told him, "Keep her entertained? Am I a zoo, a circus, or a wonderfully constructed piece of literature? I can't be expected to keep her entertained!"

As if a zoo or circus has ever entertained me. Well, I guess there was the time I got chased by the crazy squirrel, but that's the one and only time.