Am I the only person in the entire world who does not know how to use a GPS/Navigator?
I think I am, and I’m embarrassed to admit it. But last night I had a sleepless night, knowing I would need to use one this morning, and knowing even more I don’t have a clue how.
I’m actually quite excited about today. Australian historical romance author Beverley Eikli is in Sydney, from Melbourne. She’s both a brilliant critique partner and a good friend, and I’ve been looking forward to seeing her.
More than that, she’s just spent three weeks on an extraordinary trip to South Africa. I can’t wait to catch up with her and hear the details.
However, catching up involves getting to the place where she’s staying first. Since that is a good 40 minute drive away, in a part of Sydney I do not know at all, I have to use my husband’s dreaded navigator.
I’m not sure what scares me more. Getting lost, or listening to the nasal voice of Norma (that’s what we named the navigator: Nauseating Norma) barking out instructions and telling me every five minutes or so: “At the next available opportunity, make a U-Turn”.
At least over the years I’ve come to understand Norma and her ways, as nauseating as she may be.
The other day, I was in a strange part of Sydney, desperately trying to get to the city center, with no directions and no map book. I was with my sister, who generously offered to lend me her navigator. Soooo nice of her. I admit. We were in a race against time. I had to get to my nine year old to a party in the next twenty minutes,and it would take roughly that time to get there. I knew the general direction I had to head in, and couldn’t waste precious minutes while my sister entered the address. Putting the car in drive, I headed off, knowing I could key in the address on the way.
I didn’t know how to key in the address, coz I’d never used her navigator before. Ten minutes later, shaky and lost, I pulled over (in peak hour traffic), and finally worked it out. Meanwhile, my son, sitting in the back, had accessed a GPS on my phone and was happily shouting out directions. (How do 9 yr olds know how to use them and I don’t?) Problem was, Mr 9 had no idea where we were headed, so he’d keyed in the wrong address. (Bless him.)
I finally managed to get the correct address keyed into my sister’s nav, and off we went.
However, my sister’s nav was set to beep, LOUDLY, at every traffic light. When you’re driving in the city center, there are a thousand traffic lights.This translated into a thousand nerve-rattling beeps in the ten minutes we had the navigator on. Coupled with peak hour traffic and the fact that I had not a clue where we were, or where we were headed (we’d put our lives in the hands of the navigator), I was frazzled.
We got there. Don’t ask me how. I was too busy panicking to take notice. But Mr 9 made the party, and had a fantastic time too. However, the thought of making another unknown journey, so close to the previous one, with nothing but a navigator to guide me, is scaring the bejeepers out of me.
Luckily the reward at the end will be worth it. Seeing Bev.
Wanna know more about Beverley Eikli?
LADY FARQUHAR’S BUTTERFLY
Falsely branded an adulteress and stripped of her child by her vengeful late husband, Olivia, Lady Farquhar unexpectedly discovers a deep and mutual love with the boy’s guardian, Max Atherton.
But happiness with the kind and amusing Max is not an option when the secrets of the past return to haunt her.
Blackmailed into a union with her late husband’s confessor, Olivia is unaware of the sinister motives behind the reverend’s desire to make her his wife – or of Max’s efforts to sift fact from fiction in order to proclaim Olivia an honourable woman in the eyes of the world. A woman he can finally, and proudly, claim as his wife.
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Wish me luck making the journey.