Regular readers know my usual sphere of activities is Herkimer, Ilion, Mohawk and Frankfort, with an occasional foray into Little Falls. However, I used to spend quite a bit of time in New Hartford. It is my old stomping ground. No, really, I used to stomp around a lot when I had to go to work there. Today I had reason to drive from Ilion, where I work, to Slocum-Dixon in New Hartford, where I had a doctor’s appointment. It was an adventure.
Let me interject here that I was not having a good day today, for reasons which I will not air in this space (more air wouldn’t help anyways). But I thought, a nice drive on a nice day might cheer me up. It was a nice day, hazy sunshine, not too hot. I drove down 5s, a little surprised at the amount of traffic.
Now, when I was driving to New Hartford five days a week, I worked at the mall. There are a couple of different ways to get to the mall, and I knew that one of them takes you right by the turn for Slocum-Dixon. This would be no problem.
And it would have been no problem, if I had taken the right way. I was buzzing down Commercial Drive (or was it Oriskany Boulevard?) (I knew where I was; I just don’t remember the street names) when I realized: This wasn’t the way I wanted! Damn! Now what would I do? Oh, I know, I’ll go into Whitesboro and from there… someplace. Here was the turn.
Did you already guess that it wasn’t the turn? There I was driving down a residential street with NO idea where I was! At least before I knew where I was, even if I didn’t know how to get where I was going. I cursed my stupidity. Then, while stopped at a stoplight, I saw what looked like a busy street to the left. A busy street was surely more likely to get me where I was going. I turned left.
And found myself right where I would have been if I hadn’t tried to go through Whitesboro. At least I knew where I was. I kept driving. I seemed to remember my father telling me a turn I could take along this road to get to Slocum-Dixon. But was it a right or a left? Hmmm…
When I got to the road, I saw an H sign with an arrow pointing left. Yes! Slocum-Dixon is right near the hospital. This must be the right way (left way?)!
Or was it? The road seemed to go on for a while with no other H signs. Oh dear. Then I could see the highway in the distance. That was the highway I was supposed to be on. Ooh, maybe everything would be all right. The highway did not seem to be getting any closer. In fact, if anything, it was getting further away. Oh dear. Was that a turn I should take? Why wasn’t there another H sign???
Getting a little further up the road, I saw… IHOP! I knew there is an IHOP near where I wanted to go! Yay! I wasn’t lost! Um, I wasn’t lost ANY MORE.
I was on time for my appointment. It was not the thrill I was hoping for, but it would be tiresome to go on about my health problems. I can’t say my day got a whole lot better, but, you know, now that I got my blog post done, things are beginning to look up. Happy Thursday, everyone.