Today I was supposed to meet up with miladyhawke
and the rest of our Sherlock Holmes club at Mrs. Hudson's retirement cottage. I've been looking forward to this for weeks. Got my directions last night off MapQuest and set out shortly before noon.
I just got home.
I never reached the party.
Instead, I've spent the past five hours looking for a sign which was an integral part of the directions -- a sign which apparently is no longer THERE. As a result, I completely missed my exit and wound up outside of Philadelphia. Then I spent roughly an hour in the (admittedly very scenic) city of Lancaster, because I couldn't find my way OUT of it.
I like a good ramble in the car as much as anybody, and I've really gotten very good at not panicking when I'm hopelessly lost. But I really wanted to go to that party, and it had me very upset that I couldn't find the place. I also couldn't find a library or net cafe where I could get online and get new directions. And to my great annoyance, I thought I had programmed Flo's number into my phone...but I didn't. So I couldn't even call her to say what was going on. (I just got off the phone with her now and feel very sad that I missed all the fun.)
Sooo...it's taken me all this time to find my way home. I finally ate something for the first time all day about half an hour ago. There's a bouquet of roses on my table, which were intended as a hostess gift for Flo, and an uneaten fruit tray in my fridge, which was supposed to be my contribution to the party supplies. I was thinking I'd save it for my Sunday School class tomorrow instead...but I'm so thirsty, and there are grapes and watermelon in that tray that are kind of calling my name.