I have made more U-turns in my life; if I counted them all up I bet I could have crossed the country twice by now. Yep, I have dyslexia of the driving kind.
It’s no wonder then that I love maps. They are my safety net. I have a folder of maps in my car as well as one of those road map atlases for the whole country. When I’m on a trip with someone who is driving, I read the map every step of the way. I like to know where I’ve been, where I am at the given moment, and where I’m going to be down the highway.
Once I went to Amish country with my very dear friend, Kathy. Amish country is like stepping back to the days before cars existed; when the way you got directions is with a “Go down that lane right there. When you get to the Raber farm, turn left, etc….” Kathy and I were in possession of a crude map with the dirt roads and family farms labeled. Heading to each of the farms where we could purchase an array of goods such as quilts, baked goods, and the like, I was in charge of the map. First Kathy looked at me curiously and then she broke out in hysterical laughing as she watched me. To read the map and know which direction to go I would turn the map appropriately; you know, turn the map to face the direction we were headed. What’s wrong with that? It worked; we found every farm we looked for. I haven’t lived that one down yet.
Whether it’s my advancing age, too much on my mind, or a genetic disposition, I get lost a lot. I used to say I want a housekeeper and a cook. Now I think I will wish for a driver. Then I could read all the maps I want from the safety of the back seat. I would get to my destinations on time.