Do you have a name for your GPS voice? Mine’s Nigel. My husband’s is Mathilda. Whatever persona you’ve assigned them, the relationship deteriorates when they send you into a traffic jam, down a one-way street or begin yammering in the middle of the best part of your favorite song. I’ve decided to end things with Nigel this summer and use maps to get where I need to go. It’s a quaint hobby, somewhat akin to tatting, but I still think it will come in handy when I land a spot on “The Amazing Race”. My first trip this weekend to the bucolic hills of northwest Connecticut began with a missed exit on the Taconic Parkway that lengthened my drive by 40 minutes. Every journey starts with baby steps, right? If you’re looking for graduation gift ideas, why not package up a Rand McNally Road Atlas and some gas money. The recipient will think you’re cheap or crazy, but it might inspire a summer travel adventure.
As someone who has been nicknamed “the Mapinator” by her husband, I can only say “Hurray!” I’m a big-picture kind of person, and I love to have an escape route handy, both of which are so much more easily accommodated by using a map. I hope you enjoy your time away from Nigel.
The garden show looks lovely.
“The Mapinator,” eh? Is that a character in X-Men?
I like your idea of going back to maps but as a solo motorcyclist I sometimes enjoy the voice inside my helmet and it also gives me someone to argue with and as I control the handlebars I always win 🙂
The maps would also flap around and probably fly away!