There is a genetic deficiency in my family. I inherited it from my mother and my son definitely has the defective gene. My daughter "kind of" has it but I think she's better than her brother and me. What is the defect? We have absolutely no sense of direction. No... our inner compass does not exist.
Which brings me to why I haven't finished the next pantry post. Christopher went to the movies with a friend last night and it was dark when he drove her home. He called to let me know he was leaving the movies and he'd be home in about... oh, forty-five minutes (since she lives way out in the country).
He arrived home around midnight. Thank God for cell phones. After he dropped A. off, he started home with a map she had drawn and directions, along with the assurance that it was "easy". Ummm... not when one has a defective inner compass. He was so lost that he didn't know what part of the county he was in. I think he may have gone into the next county because she told him later he went 20 miles in the wrong direction. I don't want to think how much gas was wasted.
Now on his behalf (and mine), these are roads surrounded by forests and farm land. There are no towns and for the most part, no lights. Since some of the roads are close to the river, there is also a foggy haze (which there was last night). It gives new meaning to a "three hour tour" (only Gilligan fans would understand). He arrived home two hours later than he planned and nearly three hours after the movie.
He asked that I stay up until he arrived home and "KEEP PRAYING"! So... I am trying to go about my daily tasks today with major sleep deprivation. He has a mid-term this morning. My only comment to all of this was to ask him to never go out on an evening before his early class the next day.
I can't say anything about getting lost, having done it so long that the stories are stuff of family legend. (I do have to say ending up in parts of Pennsylvania on the way home that we hadn't planned on visiting was my husband's fault at reading Google maps wrong!). However, I once got lost driving in my hometown, which at the time had a population of around 800 people.
All this to say, I haven't even begun to work on the pantry post today... even after three cups of coffee.... my eyes are droopy and my brain is fuzzy. Well, fuzzier than usual. When I wake up (and it may be after getting a full night's sleep tonight), I will work on the next pantry post.
Photo: Woman knit lamp; allposters.com (I bet she was waiting up for her teenager, too.)