I ran into a friend in the grocery store the other day. This is not extraordinary. I can’t NOT run into someone I know at the grocery store. In fact, the number of people I run into there is inversely proportional to how well I’m dressed. I didn’t look too bad, except for the lack of makeup, which explains why I only saw one person I knew. She, of course, was wearing a skirt.
We started talking and we both commented on how gorgeous the leaves are this fall. I don’t know if it’s the Crayola blue sky (after so many days of rain) as a backdrop or if the leaves are just extra colorful this year, but I can’t stop staring at them. This may explain my current lack of productivity. It certainly contributes to my inability to get anywhere lately without almost missing at least one turn. My directional skills are abysmal. Some mornings, it’s all I can do to get from the bedroom to the kitchen without going the wrong way (due to my morning crankiness, I’m sure some members of my family wish I’d get lost along the way). However, with proper amounts of concentration, I can usually manage to get from here to there on a daily basis. Now, instead of focusing on the best route to take to get from point A to point B, I’m distracted by leaves of vibrant yellow, burnt orange and bright red.
The crisp air, the crackle of leaves underfoot, the welcoming warmth of the house after being outside—this just might be my favorite time of year. So, friends and family, please forgive my current lack of productivity and the extra five minutes it may take me to get somewhere. A few days from now, the leaves will have faded and I’ll be back to my old self. I make no promises that it will be an improvement, though!
Note to self: Don’t go exploring until your husband purchases a portable GPS. Too bad I didn’t think of that before I took my car and went off in search of this cool-sounding store I’d read about in a magazine. I planned ahead and printed out directions to get there; unfortunately, I didn’t print out directions to get home. Silly me, I assumed I could just take them backwards. Forty-five minutes later I was still circling the same three towns trying to find the highway. Now, this is not a new experience for me. I have no sense of direction. It’s not that I’m stupid—I graduated from a very good college in the mid-west. And I’m perfectly able to follow directions, which is why I found the store in the 45 minutes that my directions allowed me. No, I’ve discovered that my internal compass point perpetually north. I could be staring at the sun setting (because for darn sure I’m not getting out of bed early enough to see it rise) right in front of me, knowing full well that the sun sets in the west, and still feel as if I were facing north. I constantly take wrong turns and have to backtrack in order to find something—welcome to my world. But I haven’t been this lost since high school, only back then I would have enjoyed it way more. I would have stopped to ask directions, except, you know that line (usually a couple of blocks, sometimes less) between “really cute town” and “sketchy”? Well, that’s where I was, and the thought of stopping didn’t really make me feel good. So I continued driving, searching for highway signs, landmarks, anything that would give me an idea of where I was. I mean seriously, the George Washington Bridge is huge; how difficult can it be to spot? Apparently, very. Eventually I found signs to the highway, took it in the right direction (yay me!) and made it home. Note to husband: Please buy one soon!