I took a little road trip today which I’ll share in a moment, don’t worry – there’s pictures, it won’t be a lot of reading.
First I feel the need to ‘splain where my head is these days. I haven’t been visiting as often as I do and when I do I feel like I’m leaving half assed comments. And I don’t personally answer comments all the time anymore and that bothers me. I do read them all.
I’m exhausted and it shows. And I store my energy and focus like a squirrel stores his nuts (hehehe – nuts) for those things I really need to do.
One of the things exhausting me is endlessly worrying about everything. I know better and so I try to be proactive.
One of the crazy/wacky/nuts/where the hell does this crap come from worries that I’ve been having is that I won’t be able to find the hospital when my DIL goes into labor. We’re here together a lot, just the two of us, so there’s a good chance I’m “Driving Miss Mommy”. The worrying about this extends to my being single handedly responsible for all problems this child and it’s Mom have for the rest of their lives – because I couldn’t find the hospital.
So today I went to find the hospital.
Here’s a really good shot of me starting out on my journey. Look at what my aura does to everything around me.
My concerns about finding the hospital do have some validity. The hospital is west of us and traveling across NJ is not simple. The roadways appear to have been developed by a psychotic giant creature who ate up pieces of streets/routes/drives/avenues/ways and then just spewed them all back out.
NYC is much easier to navigate.
But you don’t get much of this …
Life is a trade-off.
I had my MapQuest directions in hand. I enlarged the print since I can’t read without my glasses and I can’t drive with them on. Navigation system? Please, I’m lucky my car supports the lighter, I’m even afraid to use the cell charger.
I also had in my head so much helpful advice. My son and my DIL speak GPS – they have no idea what anything is called, they just turn when they’re told. My neighbors speak original NJ – “turn where the Carvel used to be” or “it’s the jug-handle right after where Bobby used to work, but don’t go past Susie’s pre-school cause then you’ll have to make a U-turn in whatever they’re building over there.”
After the psychotic giant was done spewing NJ roads into a maze of puzzle pieces teeny little fairies came along to make the road signs.
See the giant intersection - with 3 lanes to choose from. Can you read the sign? Oy!
OK – left for east. Gee I always thought east was right. Or is that only if I’m facing north? Or only on my PC screen?
It wouldn’t be such a big deal if lane changing wasn’t a contact sport. Far too many drivers ignore signals and frantic hand waving. There is a definite lack of …
… on the road.
I was able to get this shot after he cut me off.
And then there are so many signs that just don’t make sense …
Wonder how many of these there are?
I did find the hospital on the first try. The sense of accomplishment and relief was enormous. And I made it home using nothing but my innate ability to think in reverse.
And my ability to tolerate jug-handles. I was the Queen of the Quick Left in NY. I could sense the green and make a left across four lanes before anyone moved an inch. Now I need to deal with this nonsense …
OK – so there are more words than I thought there would be. Whadda ya want? I’m Russian/Irish/Jewish – storytelling is in my blood.