Once my husband has been somewhere, he can tell you how to get there using street names. He can tell you which highway to merge on and whether the highway you want is 580 West or East. He knows which highway he is on and which connecting highway he needs to take. He pays attention when he is the passenger in a vehicle and stores in his memory the route.
I, on the other hand, rely heavily on landmarks to get me to the same place I have visited before. I can’t tell you whether I need to take 580 West or East. I do not pay attention when I am in the passenger seat. I just enjoy the ride. You may remember my blog post entitled, “The Never Ending Drive”. Of course brain fog and short term memory loss add more confusion to my sense of direction.
My sister and I once flew out-of-state to surprise my parents at a family reunion. We used landmarks to get us around to all of the old places we used to venture to when we would go there as children on vacation. We knew we were close to our uncle’s house because we had just passed the brick school. We spent a great deal of time driving around and around in this very small town trying to find the Dairy Queen we visited every summer. The landmarks we used to get us there were right but we could not find the Dairy Queen. Finally we asked and were told that it had been torn down.
About the time of our trip my mom gave me a copy of her Modern Maturity magazine to read. As I scanned through the articles, one in particular stood out. The article was entitled Turn left at the dog. I shared it with my sister and we had a good laugh. I carried a copy of that article folded up neatly in my purse for a long time finally having to toss it like everything else I gave up. A month ago I was mentioning the article to my sister and how I would love to read it again. To my surprise, she had her copy. Today she scanned it and emailed it to me. I am sharing Turn left at the dog with all of you who have a strange or bizarre sense of direction. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.