Yesterday something happened that was unexpected and some might say extraordinary.
I drove downtown to Children's Hospital and DID not get lost one time.
The parking lot to the hospital was full and closed and I did not panic. I drove around to the other side and was able to get in. And find a good parking space.
And I did not cry. Or hyperventilate. Or even tear up.
I owe it all to Patti.
My GPS. A gift given to me by my father who no doubt was tired of hearing all the getting lost stories. And Patti is delightful. She tells me if I miss a turn. And then she re-evaluates the situation and directs me on the the right path. Literally. She KNOWS the right path. And she TELLS me!
Oh Patti-you have a special place in my van. And hopefully soon I can get your little holder replaced and I can prop you up in your special place of honor right on top of the radio. I'll even come up with a special song that can just be ours. And I'll sing really loud and embarrass the kids even more. They think its silly that I talk to you like you are a person. Won't they be surprised when we start singing together?