I went and visited my family this weekend for an early Thanksgiving. My niece was a lot of fun – she’s constantly on the move and learning all the time. And she’s getting more words – and starting to put them together into sentences. We chased each other around the house and played with my iPad – and of course read plenty of books.
We didn’t do too much during our visit, but we still had fun. Mostly just telling stories and eating way too much. I did get a little exercise in the form of helping get a load of firewood. Oh, and I cooked too. Well, I put the turkey in the oven at the specified time and temp while the rest of the crew was at church – I don’t think that really counts, but I stuck to it.
I headed back home on Sunday evening – in the dark and the rain. I had no trouble getting up to Columbus – but as I approached the all important exit to 71, I found it was closed. Closed. Who would close 71? I swore a bit, railed my fist against the inhumanity, then saw that there was an overturned truck blocking the entire exit. Then I felt a little bad.
And then I realized I didn’t know where I was going. I don’t know Columbus hardly at all and there weren’t many landmarks I could use in the dark. I kept going north, hoping for the best and getting more and more anxious. Finally, I gave up and called my dad. He reassured me that I was on the right track and sure enough, the signs for 270 to Cleveland (71) soon appeared. I stopped and got fuel not long after I got onto 71 – just in case – and made my way home without any further incident.
Looks like I need to get the outlet in my car fixed and get myself a GPS. Just in case.