R.a.n.t. of week 10/05/14
GPS. So this weekend I missed out on a few things.
To be fair, I did have a great Saturday with my sister and family on our annual trip to Berres Brothers Cafe and also Lindt Outlet. My dad used to go with us too, so we kept him in mind the entire trip. As always, it was an experience, and for a little while we were in control of the moment. Protected from the stress, the noise and hassle of the rest of the weekend. It was our time. But I digress. Getting back to the topic on hand, at least our little jaunt is somewhat related because on our way, I was asked if we should make a turn and I said "Yes". But he driver kept going straight and we missed our exit on the highway. (Boy do I hate when people don't listen to directions). So we had to go the long way around, utilize the GPS, and arrive later than we had planned. But this proves my point. For a brief moment we were 'lost', and yet there were others in the car to which I was able to blame for us not going in the correct direction.
But I had my own direction fails which are clearly my own fault. Saturday evening I was supposed to meet a group of friends at a local park. We have many parks in the area and I can't seem to remember the names of all of them. Well, I couldn't remember the name we were supposed to meet at but I thought I knew the general direction. I took Forest Home Ave as far as I possible could looking for the park in question only to give up and head home. If I were not so phone shy I would have called someone to ask the name of the park, but that's another rant for another time. Again, I realize this is all my fault and I place no blame with anyone else. But I can still be upset with myself can't I? It's not like it happens every day.
The next day, the same thing happened to me. I was supposed to meet some friends for lunch and I did not have the address written down so I just asked for the address. Given the address, I headed over for lunch. What I didn't ask, or failed to notice, was if the address was North or South (Boy do I hate when I don't listen to directions). There is certainly a big different between North 11th street and South 11th street. Driving to what I thought was the address given me, I found an empty lot. Were we meeting for a picnic in an empty lot? No. I was just on the wrong side of town. (You can see a photo of me lost and driving on the empty lot above). Once again, a victim of my own stupidity.