A quest for maps
Mom and grandma leave on their trip next week. Mom got an email from the tour leader, stating they'd be leaving from X location and returning to Y location, with Y being the regular site mom and grandma are used to. Mom immediately questioned it--uh, shouldn't they be going back to wherever their cars are? Mom figured it was a typo and reached out; sure enough, they are leaving and returning to the same place--but it's a new place, not the one they've been going to for many trips. That's thrown mom and grandma off a bit. However, for catching the typo, mom won herself a lottery ticket, heh.
The new location is actually really close to a relative's home, but it's not convenient to get to from either our house or grandma's. Grandma did a trial run of it this morning and used Onstar to get there, purposely avoiding the highway. The route it gave her was so long and slow that she basically went, screw it, I'll take the tollway. It's in the greater Woodfield area, meaning she has to get around O'Hare, and therefore she kind of has to go out of her way either north or south in order to get there. To add to her fun, her tire pressure light came on, and she then had to find a gas station, and she's used to them being full service and not, y'know, more modern where you're expected to do things like fill your tires yourself. Plus, it's Sunday. She ended up finding a place where a guy was filling his own tire, and offered him money to fill hers, and all was well. She was saying, the machine was saying stuff like how much pressure was in the tire, stuff that doesn't matter! ...Yes, grandma, that does actually matter. But I wasn't about to explain all that.
When grandma was talking about her route, I went to look online to see if I could find a better one for her, but the server was down...again. It's been going down almost daily as of late. I didn't get a chance to look it up until after the call was over, but at least I was able to get directions for mom. They are parking in a strip mall with a large parking lot, and I'm trying to show mom the satellite picture of the lot and pointing out the specific one they need to go to, and my mother is such a squirrel that she doesn't pay attention and therefore doesn't correlate what I'm saying with what she's looking at. How this woman can find her way anywhere, I don't know. Because their anniversary is this week, mom and dad will be going out to eat, probably for lunch, and mom has asked dad to take her to a restaurant in that area so that they can do a dry run of their own. They leave Monday morning, with the bus boarding at 8:15, so it's going to be an early day for them. Not gonna lie, I'm nervous about grandma taking I-90 on a Monday during rush hour, but neither she nor mom are concerned, never mind that she's going to be driving past O'Hare and that the Woodfield area is busy; she'll take 90 to 290 south until her exit. Mom's not entirely sure how she's going, but she has a few days to think about it.
The new location is actually really close to a relative's home, but it's not convenient to get to from either our house or grandma's. Grandma did a trial run of it this morning and used Onstar to get there, purposely avoiding the highway. The route it gave her was so long and slow that she basically went, screw it, I'll take the tollway. It's in the greater Woodfield area, meaning she has to get around O'Hare, and therefore she kind of has to go out of her way either north or south in order to get there. To add to her fun, her tire pressure light came on, and she then had to find a gas station, and she's used to them being full service and not, y'know, more modern where you're expected to do things like fill your tires yourself. Plus, it's Sunday. She ended up finding a place where a guy was filling his own tire, and offered him money to fill hers, and all was well. She was saying, the machine was saying stuff like how much pressure was in the tire, stuff that doesn't matter! ...Yes, grandma, that does actually matter. But I wasn't about to explain all that.
When grandma was talking about her route, I went to look online to see if I could find a better one for her, but the server was down...again. It's been going down almost daily as of late. I didn't get a chance to look it up until after the call was over, but at least I was able to get directions for mom. They are parking in a strip mall with a large parking lot, and I'm trying to show mom the satellite picture of the lot and pointing out the specific one they need to go to, and my mother is such a squirrel that she doesn't pay attention and therefore doesn't correlate what I'm saying with what she's looking at. How this woman can find her way anywhere, I don't know. Because their anniversary is this week, mom and dad will be going out to eat, probably for lunch, and mom has asked dad to take her to a restaurant in that area so that they can do a dry run of their own. They leave Monday morning, with the bus boarding at 8:15, so it's going to be an early day for them. Not gonna lie, I'm nervous about grandma taking I-90 on a Monday during rush hour, but neither she nor mom are concerned, never mind that she's going to be driving past O'Hare and that the Woodfield area is busy; she'll take 90 to 290 south until her exit. Mom's not entirely sure how she's going, but she has a few days to think about it.