Last night I decided that it would be practical to walk Lucy to Chad's softball playoffs. (She could get exercise and I could see his game--what a win-win.) It was only 2.5 miles away so we left at 7:45 for the 8:30 game. We had plenty of time.
Somehow I missed the turn I needed to make and we ended up several miles out of our way. And of course all of the streets curved, meaning the routes I was taking just led us back to where I knew we didn't want to be. So there I was, wandering around some neighborhood with no cell phone, a completely oblivious dog, and the fading sun.
I was immediately reminded of the time I lived by myself in St. Louis, went out for a Saturday walk, and got terribly lost from a bunch of convoluted streets that all started with the word "fern." (Fern Place, Fern Way, Fern Circle...you would never have believed the combinations.) I was honestly wandering around there for hours before I found my way out--and when I did, I was much farther away from home than I'd anticipated!
Last night, we eventually back-tracked our way to the route we were supposed to take and made it to the last 45 minutes of Chad's game, just in time to see him hit a home-run. Then he drove us back, which was good because I don't want to know how long it would have taken me to get home in the dark.
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