That was the last sane thing I said.
After our stay with the grandkids, we decided to take the Western Kentucky Parkway instead of the interstate which would take us down to Nashville, and then west to Arkansas, and finally home.
Somehow, for the next several hours, things went awry.
First, I noticed the directional system in our van read "C" and then the temperature. It should read E for East, W for West, SW for Southwest...well, you get the picture. I have always depended on that simple little gadget. But... my lands...it said..."C." What is that?
As we drove along, I read the manual for the van and learned it meant Calibrate. As in...Calibrate the Directional System if it gets off. Well, dang it, it was off! I read--"To restore the directional system, find an open area and drive in a 360 degree circle three times."
Well, forget that, my dear husband said. We need to find our way to the Tennessee State line. This looked easy on the map. However, for many miles, the Kentucky State Highway Department decided to make a few temporary turns, roads, and detours so that after about two hours, we were Lost!...in Kentucky. We felt as though we drove around in circles.
You see why a GPS system would be no good? You see why a map is useless? The roads do not match the map!!!
Anyway, at long last, we found our way south and crossed into Tennessee. Safe at last. I knew exactly where we were.
I peered at the directional system. "Oh. Look," I said. "The directional system somehow fixed itself."
My husband laughed this hysterical laugh that didn't sound at all like his usual quiet, sedate manner. "Don't you understand? We drove in circles for two hours! Of course, it's fixed. We drove for hours, in circles..."
"There, there," I said, patting his shoulder. "Everything will be fine now."
Oh, by the way. We had a lovely time in Kentucky. I'll tell you all about our wonderful visit to Bardstown in the next blog.
Celia Yeary-Romance...and a little bit 'o Texas