Friday, September 16, 2005


I was staring out into the backyard here then it hit me: where is the water?
I don't know where the ocean is frm LLS's home!!!
I know where the water is all the time at my home. I drive by it, I smell the salt air, I see signs.

In NC, I am not oriented. I can't find the ocean. I can't find stuff at the grocery store. I write down direction but can't find where I'm suppose to be.

Imagine how tough it is for evacuees in strange towns. If I ask my LLS or LSiL for directions to a place four times in two days, they smile and tell me again. They draw maps.

This business of not knowing where things are in grocery stores wears me out.

(I asked my LLS and the water is hundreds of miles to my right. whew!)

Why can't I smell salt water here? Where are the 'gulls and pelicans?

Turned Around,
St. Casserole


Rev. Mike said...

Cass, you do realize you're over three hours down I-40 from Wilmington, right? That's around 160 miles.

Check out

peripateticpolarbear said...

It's going to be okay. You'll be back eventually. But it's got to be really wierd to be so turned around.

St. Casserole said...

RevMike, did I say I was a whiz at geography? Did I??? 160 miles is far enough to be "hundreds" to my attitude.
I did NOT bring Ophelia with me, btw.

reverendmother said...

I know what you mean. It was hard to leave Houston because, while Galveston is not the most aesthetically pleasing beach in the world, it was always 45 minutes away.

cheesehead said...

I've gotten turned around each time we made a major move. When we moved to California, the water was on the opposite side of where I thought it shoud be. That happened this time, too. "Away from the water" is the wrong direction!