Did you ever get lost?
Did I ever get lost? When am I not lost? I have no sense of direction. Ask anyone. You could put a paper bag over my head in my living room, twirl me around twice, take the bag off and I would be lost.
Traveling? I can read a map – my saving grace. Of course we have a GPS but as often as not, it sends us to the wrong place. Boston is hopeless for a GPS. Everything is so close together, half the time the GPS thinks we are driving up the Charles River and not Storrow Drive. It loses its signal in the tunnels. Many street names in Boston are duplicated in several locations and the GPS always sends us to the wrong part of town.
In more rural areas, our GPS sends us via weird back roads to bridges that washed out years ago, by roads that are closed. Permanently. And obviously have been closed for a long time. If it sends us outbound via a logical, fast, efficient route, it reroutes us coming home, whimsically sending us down strange, twisting paths until we are forced to double back to a main road.
Nowadays, I print directions from Google or Mapquest before I go anywhere, with or without the GPS. If I or Garry doesn’t know how to get there from memory, I have a backup plan. Sadly, more than half the time, the printed directions are wrong too. What to do?
Back to paper maps and atlases. Because at least they don’t lie. Well, not usually.
Who was your best friend in elementary school?
Carol was my best friend, but I do not think I was her best friend. I know I was an important influence on her, at least intellectually, introducing her to music and books, and that took her all the way to a Ph.D. But she had a lot of friends, while I had her. I was not one of the pretty girls, not part of the “in crowd,” nor one of the cool kids.
By the end of high school, I didn’t care. When I was a little kid, though, it hurt.
Since the new television season has started in the US, list three favorite TV shows.
NCIS, Blue Bloods for both of us.
Garry: The Good Wife.
But Madame Secretary, Gotham, Scorpion are all good … and The Black List is back. I’m optimistic about this season. I think this will be a good year. About time!
If you were a mouse in your house in the evening, what would you see your family doing?
Watching television. Playing with the dogs. Snacking. Laughing and making comments about the scripts and characters on the screen. Maybe I’ll be writing at the same time. Or editing. Or maybe Garry will check for email. Nothing really exciting, I’m afraid.
Bonus question: What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?
I would be remiss if I didn’t say how incredibly grateful both Garry and me are for all the help we have been given by so many people. Good friends, old friends, people we haven’t seen in more than 30 years … people we have never met and only know from the Internet — as well as completely strangers have sent us gifts that will allow us to fix our well.
We have an agreement with the well guy. He will get to us as soon as he can. There are a lot of dry wells right now and since we have — at this point — a little water which we supplement with jugs of bought water, we can gut it out for a couple of weeks. We just have to continue being very careful to use as little water as possible.
It has not rained at all. But — there’s a reasonably good chance of rain tomorrow and maybe next week too.
Thank you — everyone — for your kindness, your support, your prayers and wishes. It restores much of my lost faith in humanity. When our backs were solidly against the wall, you came through. I will never forget your kindness. Not as long as I live.