Which way is west?
I am mentally preparing myself to go pickup my grandma from the airport. I can sense that I will get lost. I always get lost. It's not that I don't know how to get to the airport, persay. iIt's just that whenever I actually have to be somewhere, I'm wholly incapable of getting there without some minor disaster involving my car, myself and my lack of any sense of direction. Undoubtedly my trip will consist of a panicked phone call to my mother in which I ask her where I am. She will sigh, wondering how someone as oblivious of myself came from her womb, and tell me that she has no idea as to where I've gotten myself and that she has work to do. If only I was going to Hogwarts, rather than Wellesley- Apparating would be so much easier.
On a more joyful note, Bridget is coming home today. I am overjoyed. Perhaps I will go do a dance with the odd tribal "celebration stick" that my G-ma brought me home from one of her worldly adventures. Really, why settle for a t-shirt when you can bring your grandchildren 7 foot staffs bedecked in beads and paint? That is a question for the ages.
On a more joyful note, Bridget is coming home today. I am overjoyed. Perhaps I will go do a dance with the odd tribal "celebration stick" that my G-ma brought me home from one of her worldly adventures. Really, why settle for a t-shirt when you can bring your grandchildren 7 foot staffs bedecked in beads and paint? That is a question for the ages.