An exercise in stepping out of the box

Well I thought it would be good for me to try something new. I decided to go tour the countryside as part of a farm and fiber tour.

First mistake: I went by myself. Now you know I'm not social, why did I think that going to multiple mini social events would help me?

Second mistake: I did not print of directions, the GPS will get me there. Why would I think that when it has failed me in the past in this general area?

First non-mistake: I took snacks. Man, can you imagine how irritable I would have been without food? Not a pretty sight. SHEEP where are the SHEEP?

So one of the first problems was my GPS did not recognize my first and second starting point addresses. I figured that if I go on the right road I could find the place but I did not reckon on the GPS dropping me off in the 5000 area of addresses when I was looking for 1930 Such-and-such Rd.

So I decide to skip that one and continue on to another one that I can get the GPS to find. So after another half hour of driving, I arrive at a farm that has 3 sheep and a goat. Sounds like the punch line to a joke. Now I am not saying that they should not have been included in the tour, I am saying it was highly disappointing after driving around for and hour and a half.

I decided to give it one more try at least but I can tell you that my heart was not in it anymore. The second farm I would call a farm. They had 10-20 alpacas and around 10 bunnies. They even had yarn to buy. Unfortunately they also had a kid messing around in the yarn room and I was afraid someone would come in and assume he was mine and make me pay for something. He was not doing damage but I thought I saw the damage potential gleam in his eye.

So I packed it in and drove home. Sad but true. Sometimes I wonder if I am really my father's child. That man can talk to anyone about anything. I used to be so embarrassed by it, now I recognize that as my anti-social side poking out. Turns out my mother is an extrovert too. Man what kind of super strong recessive genes do I have that could overcome that combination. Maybe I have a recessive turtle gene that I can blame. Now how cool would that be a shell that you could just sink into at any time. I bet I could even store some yarn in there.

Nice scenery, but ultimately pointless driving makes me batty. Read frustrated and irritated with myself. I am much more of a destination person. When you remove a destination or keep changing my destination I get frustrated.

So I am happily back in my box now. Don't judge me too harshly, I am what I am.