“Those who wander are not always lost.” - J. R.R. Tolkien
There is a new love in my life. His name is Tim. He’s from the U.K. and in the brief time since we’ve known each other, he has changed my life. Don’t worry. Mr. Clark hasn’t been ousted. Tim is the voice in my new little TomTom GPS unit. And, he and I just can’t get enough of each other.
For years I have been lost – everywhere I go, all of the time. I have absolutely no memory for place, direction or land mark. I have no sense of direction, and I don’t pay very good attention. In our family the joke has always been, “Whatever way Mom says to go, go the other way and you’ll get there.” And, almost 100-percent of the time that is right.
You can imagine how hard it is to ferry soccer teams, and birthday parties, and groups of kids places when you have no idea where you are or how to get where you’re going. I did that for years and it was very stressful – for me and my passengers.
Later in life I find myself all too often, stumbling around Atlanta and NE Georgia, trying to find the coffee shop where I’m to meet a prospective photo client bride, or the park where I’m supposed to shoot a family’s portraits, or the gymnastics studio where I’m to take pictures of a kid’s birthday party.
There’s nothing quite as harrowing as getting lost on the way to take pictures of a wedding, and weighing out when to call the bride and tell her that her photographer will be “a little bit late due to traffic,” all the while screaming at Mr. Clark on the phone things like, “I don’t know where I am! If I knew where I was I wouldn’t be lost! Just tell me how to get there!”
And, driving around late at night, making U-Turn after U-turn on some dark Georgia farm road after shooting a “quaint country wedding,” is no way to end a day.
The last of these adventures happened a few weeks ago, when my assistant and I were nearly an hour late to a wedding at some hard to find church on the far side of Buckhead. I had worn Mr. Clark out, yelling at him on the phone to “find me and tell me where to go,” as he sat at home frantically Google mapping possible locations and routes. I had worn my assistant out insisting that she “check the Mapquest directions one more time and see if you can find us on the map…”
I had sweated off all my makeup due to the exertion of all that yelling and I was about to have to call the bride and tell her we’d be an hour late due to “a big traffic jam on I-85” when my phone rang. It was the bride. A funeral at the church had run over time, so “things were running about an hour late,” and, she hoped we could get a cup of coffee somewhere or something…” Whew!
That night when we got home, my assistant and I informed Mr. Clark we had decided the business should buy a GPS, but we needed him to shop around for the cheapest possible system with a voice - there had to be a voice. There would be no more Mapquesting or Google searches for us.
Great minds work in similar ways, so Mr. Clark informed us he had already been shopping and had found a nice little talking unit on-line. It was not new, but recently refurbished and with the $20 rebate, it would only cost $60. Sold! It sounded like such a nice little unit, my assistant ordered one for herself that same night.
And, that is how Tim came into my life.
Since he arrived, Tim and I have been on a couple of little day trips together, to several bride meetings, to a family photo shoot, and to two more Atlanta weddings. And, words cannot express how much I enjoy just going where Tim tells me to go and turning when Tim tells me to turn.
My poor sense of direction sometimes takes over, and I’ll think, “I’m sure when we did the site visit, that church was this way…” So, I veer from Tim’s path to try my own. Tim’s lovely. He never gets angry or yells. He just says he’s “Recalculating route,” then a few moments later he gently, but firmly gets me back on track.
I don’t know yet, how never being lost may change my life. After all, it’s been a 50 year run of never knowing where I am or how to get to where I’m going – both literally and figuratively. I can’t help but wonder if being found on the road won’t carry over into the rest of my life…After all, it’s a different way to travel – being able to sit back and enjoy the ride, knowing you’ll arrive at your destination on time and without a bunch of U-turns…
There is a new love in my life. His name is Tim. He’s from the U.K. and in the brief time since we’ve known each other, he has changed my life. Don’t worry. Mr. Clark hasn’t been ousted. Tim is the voice in my new little TomTom GPS unit. And, he and I just can’t get enough of each other.
For years I have been lost – everywhere I go, all of the time. I have absolutely no memory for place, direction or land mark. I have no sense of direction, and I don’t pay very good attention. In our family the joke has always been, “Whatever way Mom says to go, go the other way and you’ll get there.” And, almost 100-percent of the time that is right.
You can imagine how hard it is to ferry soccer teams, and birthday parties, and groups of kids places when you have no idea where you are or how to get where you’re going. I did that for years and it was very stressful – for me and my passengers.
Later in life I find myself all too often, stumbling around Atlanta and NE Georgia, trying to find the coffee shop where I’m to meet a prospective photo client bride, or the park where I’m supposed to shoot a family’s portraits, or the gymnastics studio where I’m to take pictures of a kid’s birthday party.
There’s nothing quite as harrowing as getting lost on the way to take pictures of a wedding, and weighing out when to call the bride and tell her that her photographer will be “a little bit late due to traffic,” all the while screaming at Mr. Clark on the phone things like, “I don’t know where I am! If I knew where I was I wouldn’t be lost! Just tell me how to get there!”
And, driving around late at night, making U-Turn after U-turn on some dark Georgia farm road after shooting a “quaint country wedding,” is no way to end a day.
The last of these adventures happened a few weeks ago, when my assistant and I were nearly an hour late to a wedding at some hard to find church on the far side of Buckhead. I had worn Mr. Clark out, yelling at him on the phone to “find me and tell me where to go,” as he sat at home frantically Google mapping possible locations and routes. I had worn my assistant out insisting that she “check the Mapquest directions one more time and see if you can find us on the map…”
I had sweated off all my makeup due to the exertion of all that yelling and I was about to have to call the bride and tell her we’d be an hour late due to “a big traffic jam on I-85” when my phone rang. It was the bride. A funeral at the church had run over time, so “things were running about an hour late,” and, she hoped we could get a cup of coffee somewhere or something…” Whew!
That night when we got home, my assistant and I informed Mr. Clark we had decided the business should buy a GPS, but we needed him to shop around for the cheapest possible system with a voice - there had to be a voice. There would be no more Mapquesting or Google searches for us.
Great minds work in similar ways, so Mr. Clark informed us he had already been shopping and had found a nice little talking unit on-line. It was not new, but recently refurbished and with the $20 rebate, it would only cost $60. Sold! It sounded like such a nice little unit, my assistant ordered one for herself that same night.
And, that is how Tim came into my life.
Since he arrived, Tim and I have been on a couple of little day trips together, to several bride meetings, to a family photo shoot, and to two more Atlanta weddings. And, words cannot express how much I enjoy just going where Tim tells me to go and turning when Tim tells me to turn.
My poor sense of direction sometimes takes over, and I’ll think, “I’m sure when we did the site visit, that church was this way…” So, I veer from Tim’s path to try my own. Tim’s lovely. He never gets angry or yells. He just says he’s “Recalculating route,” then a few moments later he gently, but firmly gets me back on track.
I don’t know yet, how never being lost may change my life. After all, it’s been a 50 year run of never knowing where I am or how to get to where I’m going – both literally and figuratively. I can’t help but wonder if being found on the road won’t carry over into the rest of my life…After all, it’s a different way to travel – being able to sit back and enjoy the ride, knowing you’ll arrive at your destination on time and without a bunch of U-turns…
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