I will alert the highway patrol that I have decided to leave my safe nest in Boise.
Sometimes it is tedious being me.
I spent a few unsettling minutes trying to find my way out of Julia Davis park, when all I wanted was the job service.I realize that this is my "little thing", and I read about it, its called Directional Disability....Yesterday I proudly arrived one half hour early for my appointment, only to discover it was the wrong place.
I have a stack of notes in my car, because I never know when I will suddenly forget how to get somewhere that I used to know how to drive to.
Repetition helps, but how soon I forget.
Janelle says, ' Mom? How will I be able to tell when you are senile?"
She won't .
I am trying to talk my navigator into coming with me, The little girls could stay with Janelle's dad and wife. Then I won't feel so afraid. Janelle is piled high with homework, she knows if she comes with me, she won't do it, I am the best excuse for procrastinating.

( I hear the Canadian Countryside is lovely this time of year.)