. . . a very small adventure. I had written a letter and walked out to the mailbox for it to be picked up. But mail delivery comes very early here at the farm — often before 10:00 am! I missed her, though she did leave a box of loose leaf tea I had ordered.
So Bill and I headed out to find the actual town of Hockley to mail my letter — there really isn’t much more to the town than a post office. The real adventure came as Bill was trying to drive from Hockley to Waller, a few miles to the west and a bit north. He sometimes gets turned around in his mind here in Texas, being used to the square grid that Kansas roads are designed on — Texas roads can be any direction, not just east-west and north-south, and they often change direction while going by the same name.
Anyway, Bill didn’t realize he was facing mostly south and he turned left instead of right. Try convincing a man who actually does do everything right that he’s going the wrong way!
This antique metal high chair once belonged to Bill’s mother. His grandparents would sit her in it, tie a dishcloth around her and the chair to keep her from climbing down, and pull it up to the dining table. We didn’t want to disturb the crackly original paint so Bill sprayed a protective clear finish over it. There used to be a decal on the back but it has long since worn off.
Maybe he needs a small dash compass in his stocking this Christmas? ; )
ReplyDelete😂 Our car tells us what direction we are heading! He just has it in his mind that he’s going the opposite direction.
DeleteHe’s been like this since we first moved our daughter down here after college (1997) — maybe that’s why he resisted the Lord moving us to Texas for so long?