There is indeed one element in human destiny
that not blindness itself can controvert. Whatever
else we are intended to do, we are not intended
to succeed; failure is the fate allotted. Our business
is to continue to fail in good spirits.
–Robert Louis Stevenson
Dear friends and readers,
I announce to the world that my GPS seems to be permanently broken. I went to the dealership and the man who was said to be an expert failed to fix it. He updated many things on my system, got rid of excessive icons, and we found when we pressed a button where the voice is supposed to tell you if your phone is working the voice did speak. But when I drove away in my car and re-set my guidance, there was no voice.
So I’ll have to do without it. I was finding the device hard to follow, because the direction would not come until it was near time to turn and often it was just “keep right” and only afterward what exit number I was to keep right on, but know that it helped, especially when I would get near a destination (where google maps can give out, not provide sufficient detail) or a sign was not clear. The voice was reassurance that somehow I would get where I needed to go. Frustratingly the map still works and at the bottom announces what road I’m on or what road I should go to with a squiggle for an arrow.
It’s not quite back to start, and not collecting $200. I have google maps.
Highways are beyond me. They all look alike until you’ve traveled some route over and over and know your way on that particular little outlet to get to that particular little place. I have no idea whether I am going north or south, and can tell east or west from my house only because it so neatly faces east on one side (the sun rises) and west on the other (we see the sun set).
I will now be far more careful where I try to go. I get lost. I got lost coming home from the JASNA meeting on Saturday, and were it not for the chivalry of a 30 year old black man who actually drove part-way to Alexandria so I could follow him, I won’t know what I would have done. As it was I was in deep distress.
Shall I mention I tried to use the HD on demand part of my TV cable guide and it made me so nervous I stopped. It moves too fast and the voices coming from the corner of the TV are too loud and insistent. I do have an alternative here: DVDs on my computer. Podcasts. And again don’t try for what I can’t do.
Do what I can do and leave alone what I can’t. Do what you are comfortable with is what my father used to say. He is dead too — long dead, December 1989.
It’s cold enough for the cats to sit near the grates: this one is under one of my library tables in my workroom
How I am missing the Admiral today. The reality is I miss him so badly it hurts. It was at the dealership this summer I had a strong anxiety attack when I realized that I would have to live in this world without Jim. I feel this missing him strongly whenever I go over to this area: it’s beyond where I usually go, anonymous roads and just so lonely.
I never dreamed he’d be dead before even the end of the year. He was seeming fine in February 2013 and now he’s dead November 2013. The very worst year of my life. Gouged.
His Clary Cat is now on my lap; she is with me all the time; as I wake she is laying in my arms, everywhere I go there she is. She is responding to my need for her now. Four and one half years ago I picked her out as the most nervous baby cat in the cage and then took her apparently calmer beautiful ginger brother with her.
Sylvia his forlorn duchess
Typical GPS map