I've come to marvel at the GPS on my new phone. Unlike my old phone where SIRI was fond of telling me, "I don't understand that," or ,"I can't help you with that right now," and the old version of Google maps was good for telling distances and getting me basically from point A to B, this one actually keeps me out of trouble. I know where there's traffic and it gives me alternative routes to follow. I'm discovering parts of Westchester County, where I live, that I never knew existed.
I was always the navigator on our roads trips - or the nagivator as my husband likes to say. I'm pretty good with maps and sense of direction although he makes fun of the female dyslexia in my family between right and left. "Turn left, turn left," he'll say pointing toward the right. Big yuck, but he'd be the first to admit he couldn't steer himself out of a paper bag. I always scoffed at his reliance on his electronic crutch. I could find our route by deciphering the twisting turns on a Rand McNally atlas. I got us across the country and back in a Volkswagen camper and we didn't go down too many scary roads. Now of course I can't really read a map anymore without my reading glasses and I'm revelling in the little discoveries I make each day when I travel somewhere new for my job: a corner of Valhalla behind the Kensico Dam; a new route home from New Rochelle via the Crestwood train station. My work for hospice takes me all over the county. Though the work can be emotional I meet wonderful families and hear their stories. That's the true benefit of the GPS - the freedom it gives me to explore.
I was always the navigator on our roads trips - or the nagivator as my husband likes to say. I'm pretty good with maps and sense of direction although he makes fun of the female dyslexia in my family between right and left. "Turn left, turn left," he'll say pointing toward the right. Big yuck, but he'd be the first to admit he couldn't steer himself out of a paper bag. I always scoffed at his reliance on his electronic crutch. I could find our route by deciphering the twisting turns on a Rand McNally atlas. I got us across the country and back in a Volkswagen camper and we didn't go down too many scary roads. Now of course I can't really read a map anymore without my reading glasses and I'm revelling in the little discoveries I make each day when I travel somewhere new for my job: a corner of Valhalla behind the Kensico Dam; a new route home from New Rochelle via the Crestwood train station. My work for hospice takes me all over the county. Though the work can be emotional I meet wonderful families and hear their stories. That's the true benefit of the GPS - the freedom it gives me to explore.
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