Coming Home
After my walk this morning, I decided I should come home a different way because there was road work being done at the Rt. 6-Center Stree intersection. As I headed out the driveway in the opposite direction that I'd come, Jean showed concern that I was going the wrong way. I stopped the car and told her what I was doing. She expressed concern that I might not know the other way.
"I do know the way, " I assured her. "My husband took me that way when we left here last Thursday and I know the other end of the road where my friend Emeline used to live." Then I set off on my way, came to Five Points, and took the wrong road. Of course, I didn't know I'd taken the wrong road, until I got to the point where nothing looked right, which for most people would have been immediately, but for me it miles down the road. I turned around then and took Donation Road which I'd passed about a half a mile earlier. It still wasn't the right road, but I still didn't know that. Soon I realized that I hadn't been on that road on Thursday either, but I knew that if I'd keep on going I would come out to a road which I would recognize. And that's what happened. I was several miles to the west of where I intended to be but on the same road that I intended to take. On Donation road I saw a flash of reddish fur and bushy tail leaving the side of the road and vanishing into the brush. I think it was a young fox. One doesn't see a fox along the road very often. I thought it was kind of nice that I'd taken the road and got to see him.
I have no idea why I don't recognize roads. I just get mixed up about roads easily. These are roads I should know, but I haven't traveled them much and apart from last Thursday, I hadn't been there for years.
The puzzle word I was trying to come up with last night was property. Not a hard word at all!
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