First, let me apologize for not answering your comments on yesterday’s blog until this morning. I got a rush (paying job) at noon yesterday and worked all afternoon and evening to get it done. This morning is the first time I have been on the blogs since yesterday morning.
Second thing, it actually rained here yesterday. Very little, in fact you could see spaces between the drops on my deck. Is that what you call a two inch rain – two inches between drops? Well maybe next time the rain will not miss me.
OK, now to the blog. I heard a news story on the TV last night about a missing elderly couple. They had a big search going on between their kid’s house to theirs, only a few miles. They even had the equine people out looking.
You hear stories like this all the time and most have a very unhappy ending or the missing are never found. This time it had a happy ending, sort of. They were found over 500 miles away in Pensacola, Florida. All they had to say is that they took a wrong turn.
The bad part of that story is probably yet to come. The couple’s driver’s license will surely be pulled and even worse, they may end up in a nursing home. No matter what happens, this spells the end to their independence.
Now I know why there are so many older people who are full time RVers. They went on a trip one day and couldn’t find their way back home (grin). OK, I must admit that I did something quite similar a little over 20 years ago. I was working a contract job on the east coast of N.C. and my wife and son met me half way to trade vehicles. The next morning was cloudy when I left the motel. I didn’t realize I was going the wrong way on the interstate until I came to the state border. By the time I found an exit and got headed back the other way, I probably went an extra 300 to 500 miles before I got back to where I had spent the night. Made for an extra long trip back to N.C. and you ought to have seen the expression on my wife and son’s faces when I flashed the lights and waved at them when I passed them going the other way as they were heading back to Texas.
Maybe every time I leave the house, I should drive the motor-home. That way, if I can’t find my way back, who cares, and the powers to be reckoned with don’t have to know you have no idea where you are. Sounds like a plan to me.
You all have a great day, you hear?